Page 51 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“Was the light on when you got them?”

“Bright red, and I got original glazed.”

My favorite.

“Okay, well what else do you have there?” I asked, mostly of curiosity. Kyle had me at “original glazed,” but I kept a straight face, wanting to see what he was planning. We used to have BFF days all the time, but with his project taking up so much of his time and me doing my list with Colton, we hadn’t had one in a while.

“Dance movies,” he said as if it was obvious. “I know how you love a good dance movie, Sadie.”

“What’s not to love? The sappy plots, the characters who never seem to see that they’re perfect for each other, the amazing final dance scene.” I could feel myself smiling. “There better be a lot of shirtless Channing Tatum in those movies.”

“Oh, you know it,” he said.

“Well, come on in then,” I said, and Kyle walked inside, making himself right at home.

“Those diamonds look incredible in your ears by the way.”

“Thanks, Kyle,” I said, glad that he’d noticed.

We’d already started attacking the doughnuts, had just sat down and were about to put in our first movie when the doorbell rang again. With a shrug to Kyle and my second doughnut in hand, I made my way back to the door.

This time it was Colton.

“Hi,” I said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was coming early,” Colton said back, eyeing me up and down. I did the same to him. He hadn’t put in his piercings today, and though I knew he had to be as sleep deprived as I was, he looked fresh as a daisy in a plain white tee and jeans. How did guys do that? Colton’s lips twitched as he stared at my hair. “I’m guessing you forgot.”

“I didn’t forget. I just got up.”

“Obviously.” He was grinning now.

I tried not to squirm under his appraisal but failed miserably.

I went to run a hand through my hair but remembered the doughnut just in time. That’s all I needed, I thought, bits of frosting in my hair, the perfect accessory to complete my morning ensemble.

“Looks like you already have some, but I brought breakfast,” Colton said, holding up a grocery bag. “Eggs, milk, flour, the whole nine. Everything you need to make pancakes is in here.”

My throat closed up a bit. “Pancakes?”

He nodded.

“That’s on my list,” I said.

“I know,” Colton said. “I don’t get why you’d want to make your own pancakes when you can buy a mix, but hey. If that’s what you want, Coach Colton is here to deliver.”

When Dad used to live with us, he’d always made them from scratch each morning, and no mix could ever compare, I thought but didn’t say. I was still trying to get it through my brain.Colton Bishop brought me breakfast. The world must’ve turned upside down over night.

“Hey, is Kyle here? I saw his car out front.”

Before I could answer, Kyle was stepping past me, pulling Colton into a one-armed guy hug.

“Colt,” Kyle said. “What brings you to the Day residence?”

“I brought breakfast,” Colton repeated.

“Me, too.” Kyle’s eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the bag in Colton’s hand. “So, let me get this straight. You got up before noon on a Saturday to bring Sadie breakfast?”

There was an odd note to his voice.

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