Page 94 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“Well, the flu is no joke. Be sure to take all your medicine, and don’t overexert yourself.” Looking to Kyle, I pushed my hands into my pockets. He was my buffer, and I locked my eyes on him like a lifeline. “There’s a lot of work to do on the dance. The deadline’s coming up.”

Kyle nodded. “I know.”

“Do you remember the choreography?”

“Of course,” Kyle said.

“Does he?” I asked.

Colton frowned then stepped forward. “Heis standing right here. And yeah, I remember the choreography. I was only sick for a few days, Sadie.”

“Awesome,” I said, turning away, trying to hide the thrill I’d felt when he said my name. “Let’s get to work then. I’ll start reviewing with Kyle and—”

“Actually,” Kyle said, “I’ve got to go meet Zayne.”

Whipping around to face him, I caught his gaze. My buffer was trying to abandon me? This would not do.

“But…we’ve got practice,” I said.

“I figured you and Colt would need to work alone, one-on-one like we did.”

“Well…”

“It really helped, Sadie. Plus, like I said, I know my part.” Kyle suddenly struck a pose, a dramatic one from the dance. He threw a glance at his brother. “It’s this slacker who needs the work.”

Colton rolled his eyes. “Please,” he said. “I’ll be caught up in an hour.”

“Then I’ll be back in an hour,” Kyle said.

“But Kyle,” I said desperately, “the dance, our deadline, we—”

He cut me off, placing a hand on my arm. “I’m coming back. Just work with him and see what happens. It won’t be that bad.”

“Won’t it?” I muttered, but no one seemed to hear.

Before I could argue, Colton said, “There are some things me and Sadie need to talk about anyway. Later, Kyle.”

Kyle winked at me and left. I didn’t know what the wink meant, couldn’t tell whether he was just being cute or if he suspected something, but that was beside the point. He was gone, and now I was alone with his brother. And all my freaking feelings for said brother were struggling to break free. I could feel Colton staring even as I avoided his gaze.

“So, what’d you want to talk about?” I asked.

Colton was silent a moment. Then, “Your list. I am your coach, and by my count, we still have three more items to go.”

“Two,” I said automatically.

“Two?” Colton said.

“Yeah, I didn’t know how long you’d be out, so I did one while you were gone.” My cheeks flamed. “Plus, we crossed off number 22.”

“Ah yes,” Colton said, “how could I forget? Number 22, one of my favorites on the naughty list.”

Mine, too, I thought but didn’t say.

22) Sleep with a guy (Just. Sleep!)

It was something I could hardly believe I’d done, but the memory was imprinted on my mind. Surprisingly, Colton had behaved like a perfect gentleman the whole time I’d been in his bed. I frowned. I wasn’t sure if I was happy or disappointed by this fact.

“Sadly, I don’t remember much,” he said.

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