“Has Molly said anything else about a blended holiday?” Jacob asks.
“No. But I looked it up, and there’s no such thing. Not that it’ll stop her booking a holiday for the four of us, but at least there won’t be any crazy activities like in the film.”
“You watched it?”
I nudge his shoulder with mine. “No need to sound so surprised. I enjoy romcoms from time to time.”
“Wow. I didn’t expect that.”
“Why? Because I look like a jock?”
He rubs the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry. I’m not offended. What kind of holiday do you like?”
“Ones that involve a lot of sightseeing.”
“Me too. Although Mum’s the opposite. Her idea of a good time is two weeks sunbathing.”
Jacob hooks his top lip into a disgusted expression.
“Right? I was so bored on the first two holidays we went on. Then I turned fourteen, and she let me wander to explore whatever town we were near.”
He frowns. “You didn’t go on many holidays together?”
“Let me rephrase. The first two holidays with just the two of us. Before that, we went with my gran. I got my love of sightseeing from her. We’d leave Mum by the pool and explore together. She died when I was eleven.”
“I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “It’s fine. It’s been ten years. The weird part is, until I was ten, I thought—Never mind.”
His hand brushes against mine, and my skin tingles. “What?”
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Family stuff. It’s boring.”
Jacob gives me a sideways look I can’t decipher. Is he thinking about asking me to elaborate?
“Families can be complicated,” he says at last.
I chuckle. “Tell me about it.”
Like fancying my stepbrother. Is he really my stepbrother? Technically, he is. But realistically? We’re adults, and we’ve known each other for five minutes. Surely, it doesn’t count?
“This is nice,” I say.
“What?”
“Talking. To you.”
He smiles. “Yes, it is.”
“See? We can get along without wanting to, you know.” Jump each other’s bones.
He blows out a breath and nods.
“Do you jog?” I ask.
Jacob blinks. “No. Why?”
