**My Brother’s Best Friend**

Chapter 42

YANA'S POV

Three weeks after the night Ryan almost caught us, the secrecy starts to feel like a living thing in the house.

It sits at the dinner table between us. It walks the hallway at night. It watches me every time I cross my legs and feel the dull, sweet ache Cole left between them that morning. We have a system now. Ryan works late four nights a week. On those nights I go to Cole’s room the second the taillights disappear down the street. On the other nights we steal whatever scraps we can—twenty minutes in the shower while Ryan is at...