“I mean coming here. Don’t play dumb.” “Nothing. I . . . I don’t know.” She throws her hands in the air. “Can you blame me? I guess it’s hard, coming to terms with the fact that you’re in love with your stepbrother. A stepbrother you haven’t always been kind to. It’s been a pretty difficult month.” “In love with me?” I splutter. The timing, the convenience of it, makes it all transparent. She isn’t in love with me. With my money, maybe.
