Ava knew Jake wasn't trustworthy. He was a disloyal prick, a greedy bastard, and an all-around terrible person. But for what she needed done, her beloved stepbrother was, unfortunately, the best man for the job. So if she had to kiss his ass, she would. She wasn't going to disappoint Lucas or herself.
As she stepped onto the front porch of what used to be her home, memories hit her. The laughter of her father, the smell of fresh-baked bread from the kitchen, the warmth of knowing she belonged. All of it stolen when her stepmother had kicked her out.
