Chapter 78 Stepbrother

• Becca Pov::
• “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say to Dad with growing agitation. He’s just as agitated as me—because of me—and he rips off his Salt Life baseball cap, which is hilarious considering we don’t live anywhere near salt water, then shoves his hand through his sandy-blond hair that matches mine. “You seriously expect us to share one tiny back seat for the next two days? You’ve seen Samir. He’s fucking huge!”
• “Language!” Mom snaps, and I bite back the next round of expletives, but only because she’s carrying the twins—my three-year-old half-sisters—one on each hip, and I don’t want to upset them with my raised voice. “Listen, Becca, I know it’s not ideal, but—”