I have no idea why I flinched away from Matt. It was obvious he was just trying to help me stay warm while he answered my questions, right? Right? Just my luck, it was Robert who climbed out, grinning at the two of us like he'd uncovered some grand conspiracy, beady eyes darting back and forth between us while he sauntered closer, that ridiculous mustache twitching.

"Fanny," he said. "Matt. Nice evening for a rendezvous."

Oh, whatever, creep. "What do you ...