Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

The nature of having a big family was that it only took one text to ruin your day. It didn’t matter how much you loved that sibling or how well you got along in any other given moment. Case in point? The message currently sitting on the home screen of my phone.

Poppy: Don’t be naked or anything when I show up at your house in about ten minutes. I promise, you won’t be happy if you are.

The temptation to strip down, wrap a towel around my waist and make Poppy regret all her life decisions was so strong. The entire reason I bought my own house was to preserve a modicum of privacy from nosy sisters and bossy brothers. I needed space. Quiet.

“One week,” I muttered. “I’ve been in this house for one week, and it’s already starting.”