“We’re back!” Lillian’s cheery voice popped from the front door, and I pushed Jackson before I could even think, going back to the counter and trying to act natural when I had almost let my stepbrother kiss me.
Jackson sighed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him running his hand through his hair before he came back to the cutting board.
“I didn't expect the queue to be so long by this time of the evening,” Lilian said as she and my father came into the kitchen, two bags in his hands.
She paused, and I raised my head to her, my heart skipping a beat when I thought she might have noticed something off between us.
She was staring at Jackson with a pout. “Jackson, you’ve barely gone through half of it!”
“Sorry,” he muttered without raising his head from the broad, his jaw slightl
