The young blonde troublemaker I've been fantasizing about for months walks out of the juvenile detention center and stops abruptly, cocking a light brow behind her sunglasses.

"Who are you?"

"Your stepfather. Damien." I hold out my hand, silently begging her to take it. "Nice to finally meet you, Sadie."

Even though her eyes are shielded by Ray-Bans, it's impossible to mistake the hurt that streaks across her face before she hides it. "I should have known my mother wouldn't come to pick me up herself." Sadie breezes past me toward the parking lot, tight backside twitching right to left in painted-on denim. "Let me guess, she's on a cruise...