I nodded. “Mathew. If he’s still up… if he sees us come in together…”

Cavern’s hand tightened on my thigh, not hard, just firm. “Then we tell him I gave you a ride because your shift ran late. Which is true.” He glanced at me, eyes dark in the passing streetlights. “But what happened in that bar? That’s ours. No one else’s. Especially not your brother.”

I swallowed, heat rising in my cheeks again. “He’d never understand. You’re his best friend. I’m his little sister. This is… it’s wrong.”

“It is,” Cavern agreed, voice rough. His hand slid higher under the jacket, fingers brushing the bare skin of my inner...