“Hey!” Braden saw me.

I looked up. Moving from the bathroom, I smoothed out my shirt. My reflection showed that I looked presentable, but the mirror was more smudged than clean, so the real test would be my brother’s reaction. He did nothing. He only threw his arm around my shoulder and jostled me. “My favorite twin sister.”

“What do you want?”

He laughed, giving me a loving squeeze. “Nothing…that you shouldn’t want.”

My eyes narrowed. “Spill it, brother. I have a shift to get ready for in a couple of hours.”

“Okay.” He released me, but held up a finger. “One, you need to get out of that shift. Two, go home and shower. You reek of sex. That’s like spoon-feeding Emerson. You know how he is.”

Luke and I shared a look. Yep. He had noticed. I’d been an idiot to hope he hadn’t. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tuned in as Braden continued with his list. He had four fingers in the air, saying, “…it’s for the band. We can’t not go, you know?” He waved those fingers at Luke. “Right? You’re with me.”

“I am.”

“You are?” I cocked my head to the side. What was going on?

“Of course, he is.” Braden was shaking his head, his eyes filling with disbelief. “You don’t agree?”

“What is happening?”

The four fingers dropped back to his side, and my brother looked at me like I had grown an extra head. I checked both sides, and nope, there wasn’t a second growth there. I murmured, “Say it again, Bray. I missed the third finger.” I cringed. “And I didn’t mean that how it came out.”

The disbelief slid away, and my brother’s eyes sparkled. The corners of his mouth pinched inwards as he tried not to laugh.

“Come on.” I groaned. “Tell me what the third point was. I didn’t hear it.”

“Okay.” Two short laughs slipped from him. “The Feast is tonight. You know, where all the bands get together and take turns jamming on the stage. No outsiders are allowed. Only everyone who matters—”

His chest puffed up. He was going to launch into a spiel about The Feast, but I held up a hand, stopping him. “We know what The Feast is. We’re in the same band.”

“I know.” His mouth turned down. “Last year all those college students came. Not cool. I know it was Mel from D’s Boobs that let everyone know. No outsiders allowed—”

Luke interjected, “Unless they’re invited.” His arms were crossed over his chest, and I tried not to stare at him. Ogling Luke in front of my brother, especially after the night we had, wasn’t needed, but still…my eyes lingered on a bird tattooed over his bicep.

“One or two,” Braden snapped. “Not thirty.”

“I know.” Luke’s arms unfolded, and his hands slid inside his pockets. His jeans slipped an inch lower, exposing how his obliques cut into a V, heading downward. It was like a big arrow pointing where to go. My hand twitched, and my mouth watered. Goodness gracious. Ripping my eyes away, I knew my cheeks were flushed. I had to get ahold of myself, but I’d just been with him moments ago. The feel of his body on mine as his arms held me was addicting.

I wanted another taste.

“So, how about it?”

Braden’s voice grated against my eardrums. He was waiting for my reply. Again. “Uh, sure.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

What had I agreed to? My stomach tightened, and I looked at Luke. He was shaking his head with the corner of his mouth curled up.

“Good. Okay.” Braden clapped his hands together. His fingers started tapping against each other. “Here’s the plan. Brielle, you give your shift away, then go and shower. Luke,” his nose wrinkled, “you shower, too. I have to check on Mom. She wasn’t feeling good earlier, and then we can go.” His hands separated and pointed in opposite directions. “Just don’t shower together because I’m here, and that’s gross. When you’re done showering, come to the house. I’ll call Emerson and have him meet us there. He doesn’t need to ride with us. Band bonding is good, but the extra car ride might be too much bonding.”

Band bonding? My mouth dropped. “What?”

“Okay.” My brother ignored me and clapped his hands together once more. “We have a plan. I feel good about this. Be ready in thirty minutes. I’ll grab the coffee and donuts.” He didn’t stick around. He dashed up the stairs. As the door closed behind him, I turned heated eyes to Luke. “What the hell did I just agree to? The Feast is tonight. It’s always late at night and in the park.”

He was shaking his head, but his shoulders were lifting slightly. “Paul Montrose—”

“From Shifter?”

“Yeah. He’s hosting a pre-Feast shindig today.”

“That’s not bad. A car ride to his house…”

Luke moved back a step, scratching underneath his jaw.

“What?” This wasn’t going to be good. I knew it…I waited.

“It’s not at his house. It’s at the river.”

The river was an hour away. I squeaked out, “All day? That’s how long this will go?”

His head moved up and down. “I’m sorry. I thought you heard your brother.”

“Oh my god.” I pressed my hands to my temples. They were throbbing already. “A whole day with Emerson?”