-Jacey-

Caleb's shoulder bumped against mine, sending a zing of attraction shooting straight to my core. The Suburban had hit another deep pothole on the disused logging road we were taking to my father's favorite fishing lake in the wilds of Canada.

I loved it there. I did not love the fact that my stepbrother was coming with us this year.

The twenty-two-year-old in question flicked a glare my way before returning to whatever he was doing on his cell phone. He'd ignored me the entire twelve-hour drive.

If he wasn't so stupidly handsome, I would have written him off as an asshole a long time ago. Right about the time of my fifteenth birthday, in fact, when I told him I had a crush on him, and he crushed me in front of everyone at my party.

I'd been celebrating my birthdays fishing and enjoying the untouched wilds of Canada every year since then. Caleb had been mercifully absent.

Until now.

"You only turn eighteen once!" my stepmother, Jeanie, said cheerfully from the front seat. It must've been the thousandth time she said it. I wasn't sure if she was trying to perk up my mood or Caleb's.

Caleb looked up and smiled softly at his mother. "You're right, Mom. Happy birthday, Jocelyn."

My eye ticked at the use of my full name. He knew I hated it, so Caleb took great delight in using it whenever he could.

"Happy birthday in two days, you mean," my father chuckled. Caleb grunted. "Yeah, that's what I mean."

Caleb's birthday was July 9th. I knew this. I'd memorized the fact the moment his mother had told me.

My birthday was September 15th. Caleb forgot it. Every year. I'm not even sure he knew what month my birthday was in.

Jeanie frowned at her son, and I was thankful for the solidarity. My dad had more of a boys-will-be-boys attitude about it all.

Caleb shrugged and turned his attention back to his cell phone. I hated that we were seated hip-to-hip. I hated that every pothole threatened to knock me into Caleb again.

I hated the way my stomach twisted with desire every time I so much as brushed against him.

My stepbrother was an A1 hottie. He had sandy hair that was shaved up the back but left short and loose at the top. Deep sapphire eyes. A knee-melting smile.

And a body to die for.

Not only that, he was smart. Kind.

Was.

Once upon, he'd even been nice to me.

As soon as he'd realized all his good qualities had attracted the attention of a chubby fifteen-year-old with untamable black hair, he'd gone cold. Luckily, he'd also gone back to college after my birthday. I hadn't had to face him often since then.

The Suburban hit something that was more of a ravine than a pothole, and I would have landed in Caleb's lap had I not been wearing my seatbelt. As it was, I sprawled sideways across his chest.

"Oops, sorry about that, folks. No getting around that one," my father called from the front seat.

Caleb's harsh expression had me glancing down where he was looking. My hand was on his thigh.

Worse, my hand was nearly on the front of his pants.

"Try to be more careful, honey," Jeanie sighed, rubbing my father's arm. "You almost launched Jacey out the window."

"Out MY window," Caleb added with a grimace. He gave me a very pointed look. "What?" I asked.

"Are you planning on removing your hand someday?" Caleb replied in a low hiss.

I looked down again. Sure enough, I was still hanging onto his thigh, still half an inch from the promised land.

"Uh... uh..." I stuttered, snatching my hand back. "Sorry. Car. Pothole. Oops." Caleb took a deep breath and raised his phone again, shaking his head at me.

"Caleb, do put that down. It's been twelve hours. There isn't even a signal out here," Jeanie admonished her son. "What could you possibly be doing?"

"Sudoku," Caleb grunted.

Jeanie turned her attention to me. "Jacey, is he really playing sudoku?" Oh hell. Why was Jeanie putting ME in the middle of this?

"I... uh..." Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced over at Caleb's phone.

He was not playing sudoku. In fact, he wasn't doing anything at all. Much to my surprise, except for little app icons, Caleb's phone was completely blank.

Caleb raised an eyebrow at me, challenging me to tattle on him. Well, I wasn't going to.

"Yep. Sudoku. He's losing," I smirked.

"I suppose you could do better," Caleb said, casually handing over his phone. This time, he'd even locked the screen so all I saw was black.

"'Anything you can do, I can do better...'" my father sang with a laugh. Jeanie giggled and joined in. "'Sooner or later, I'm better than you.'" My father and Jeanie were so sweet-

"- I think I'm getting a toothache," Caleb said, finishing my unspoken thought.

Masking a snicker with a cough, I swiped my thumb over Caleb's screen as though I was actually playing on his phone.

"Ugh, I would not have made that move."

When I looked up, Caleb's face was crowding mine, his breath fanning my cheek.

And there went the zing again.

"Say, do you remember that birthday where you told Caleb you were in love with him?" my father asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

I tossed Caleb's phone at him like it was a hot potato and leaned against my own door, putting as much space between me and my stepbrother as the Suburban would allow.

"Hank," Jeanie gasped, making desperate gestures in the air.

But my father, God bless him, had about as much sensitivity as a fencepost. "That would have been so crazy. Me marrying Jeanie. You marrying Caleb."