**My Brother’s Best Friend**
Chapter 36
YANA'S POV
The house is quiet when we step inside.
Ryan still isn’t home. The only light comes from the lamp in the hallway that someone left on. Cole locks the front door behind us and just stands there for a second, back against the wood, looking at me like he’s still deciding what to do with what he saw in that parking lot. The silence feels heavy. My pulse is still too fast from the drive, from the way he kept glancing at my legs under every streetlight.
I should go upstairs. Change. Hide the lace and the cash and the version of me that only exists after midnight. Instead I stay in the entryway with my coat still half-open, heels dangling from one hand, heart beating so hard I can feel it in my throat.
Cole’s eyes drop again—to the black
