The Line They Shouldn't Cross
THE house felt different the moment Elena stepped into it again. Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was the faint smell of cedar and aftershave drifting down the hallway… or maybe it was simply because he was here.
She hadn’t seen Adrian in eight months.
Eight freaking months since their parents’ awkward backyard wedding. Eight months of dancing around the fact that they were now step-siblings. Eight months of ignoring the strange electricity that had been there long before anyone signed a marriage certificate. Eight months of pretending it meant nothing.
But the moment she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, her breath stilled in her chest like a trapped bird.
He appeared at the bottom step, hand sliding casually along the railing, wearing that
