I glared at him hard, clutching the towel tighter against my chest. “I just came out to get a drink, okay? I didn’t know you idiots would show up right now. And don’t call me princess!”
Conrad laughed softly and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. “Oh come on, you look way better than any drink in that fridge. Didn’t expect our stuck-up stepsister to have legs like that. Turn around again, let me see—”
“Shut your mouth, Conrad!” I snapped, my voice shaking even though I tried to sound tough. “This is not funny. I’ve been traveling all day and I’m tired. Go away!”
Before Conrad could reply, Jeremiah stepped a little closer, his eyes still glued to my legs. He had that annoying, confident smile on his face—the one that always made me want to slap him in high school. “Damn, y
