My Stepbrother Hated Me—Until I Stopped Wanting Him

My stepbrother spent years making me feel like I didn’t belong. Falling in love with him was never part of the plan. Nate Mercer is ten years older, impossible to read, and about to marry someone else. I’m supposed to congratulate him, smile for the photographs, and finally get over the man who never wanted me around. So I stop waiting for him to come home. Stop finding reasons to knock on his door. Then Nate starts knocking on mine. He notices when I leave. Asks who brought me home. Admits he misses me. But wanting me in private isn’t enough—not while another woman wears his ring. And this time, I won’t stay just because he asks.