Amelia
“You’re Claire’s son,” I say rather than ask.
“Yes.” He gives me a sideway look as if I’m creeping him out because I know who he is.
“I’m your stepsister!”
I say it more excited than I probably should have, but the idea of having a sibling thrills me. I’ve been an only child my entire life, and I love mine and Dad’s relationship, but it would have been nice to have a sister or a brother.
His brows furrows at this. I can’t tell if he’s upset or just disappointed.
“Can you not call me your stepbrother. Hunter is just fine,” he says.
I don’t know why he’s so pissy, but I’m not waiting to find out.
Opening the door of the jeep, I jump and walk toward the front door. He drives up behind me and parks the car in the driveway, then runs to catch up with me.
I notice his height. He
