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yawn. “I'm suddenly feeling kind of tired.”
    He points a finger gun at me and says, “I'll take you up on
that in the morning then.”
    And I point one right back at him. “Don't count on it.”
    He grins as he starts past my door. “Goodnight, sis,” he
yells from down the hall.
    I fall back against my bed, grab a pillow, practically smother myself
with it while I scream. Sis? Now he's calling me sis? The last thing
I want is to be reminded that he and I are now step siblings. Do I
have any control over this at all? Who did I piss off in a past life
to deserve this?
    I throw the pillow off of me, taking a deep breath as I stare back up
at the ceiling .
This is exactly what he wants, isn't it? To invade my space and annoy
the hell out of me. To leave my life in disarray. And so far, it's
worked. Nope, I'm not letting Threat harsh my mellow. I am not letting him ruin the last summer I spend at home. He can mess with me
as much as he wants, but I'm not letting him get under my skin
anymore.
    Besides, that Jacuzzi is still calling to me. And I left my e-reader
down there, dammit.
    I head out of my room and shuffle down the stairs. When I get outside
the first thing I see is David sitting in the fucking hot tub
guzzling down my bottle of wine—he's not even using a glass!
And worse yet, he has my e-reader in his hand. I'm pretty sure my
face turns beet red as I sprint across the backyard toward him.
    “No!” I holler as I rush him.
    He looks up at me from over the Kindle. “Oh hey sis, did you
come to join me?”
    “Put that down!” I shout, reaching to grab it from his
hand, but he snatches it away from me, raising it high above my head.
    “ The Captive Prince,” he says out loud, reading
the title on my kindle. “You are into some kinky shit. You know
this book is about two dudes, right?”
    I groan loudly as I climb up on the edge of the tub, reaching for my
e-reader, but he's too damn tall and keeps it just inches out of my
grasp.
    “Stop! That's fucking private!”
    “I mean, there's nothing wrong with that—not my thing, I
prefer pussy, obviously—but you just never struck me as the
type!”
    God, he is so damn crude! I climb into the tub against my better
judgment and grab hold of his bicep, which is about the equivalent of
grabbing on to a tree stump. Even using all of my weight, it doesn't
fucking budge.
    “Seriously, let it go now! That doesn't fucking belong to you?”
    “You want it? Okay, catch,” he says and opens his hand.
    I watch in horror as it hits the water with a splash and sinks right
to the bottom.
    “Well you said to let it go.”
    It takes all my might not to slap the stupid grin right off of his
stupid face.
    I scoop my poor Kindle out of the water and scurry out of the hot
tub. The screen is glitchy and full of static each time I click the
on button, until it doesn't turn on again at all.
    “Hey, that was an accident, I swear,” Threat says as he
makes his way toward me.
    “Like hell it was,” I holler, chucking the useless hunk
of plastic in his general direction. Unfortunately, he ducks and I
miss.
    “Shit man, you're really mad about this aren't you?” he
says.
    “Are you for real? Do you really think I'd be a-OK with you
purposely breaking my things.?”
    “It was an accident , shit. Get off my jock about it.”
    My eyes narrow and I sneer at him. “You dropped it in a pool of
water and now you call it an accident? You had no right or no
business to fucking touch it to begin with!”
    He rolls his eyes. “God, just buy another one! Those things are
like, what, $80 bucks? That's nothing to rich-ass kids like you.”
    I bury my hands in my hair and I'm seconds away from ripping it all
out. I'm starting to wonder if he was raised by wolves. It's not even
about the money, it's about respect—how does he not understand
that? Oh right, because he irrationally hates me and will do anything
just to get a rise out of me. And so far, he's succeeding.
    I simply glower at him,