I married my stepbrother. Yeah, no one's more surprised than me. I can't stand him. All I wanted was a quiet summer before starting college. Catch up on my books. Maybe get a summer job. Then he dropped into my life. His name's Gavin Caldwell, and he's stupidly rich. Cocky. Arrogant. Ridiculously, panty-meltingly hot. And he's parading around our bridal suite shirtless. Pantless. He has no freaking shame, and I have to pretend to be in love with him. I hate him. So why can't I stop thinking about him?