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“At least we have each other.”

“Right on,” she agreed.

“You want to make a yellow cake straight from the box?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Willa.”

I stretched my arms over my head and cracked an eye open, expecting the voice to belong to my sister.

But it wasn’t Waverly. It was Duke, and he was sitting on the edge of the air mattress.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, shooting up quickly. I looked around. “Where’s Waverly? What time is it?”

“Waverly turned off your alarm and let you sleep. She called me and asked me to pick her up and take her to Charlie’s. I got you a blueberry muffin and a sugar coma coffee with so much caffeine it’ll make your teeth rattle.”

I rubbed a hand down my face. “I’m so confused.”

“You’re confused? I’m trying to figure out how to date my best friend. So I brought her snacks.”

“Snacks are good.” I couldn’t help the smile that drew across my lips.

“You look cute first thing in the morning.”

“You’ve seen me first thing in the morning,” I pointed out. “Several times.”

“Yeah, but it’s never gonna get old.”

A jolt rocketed through me and zinged to my core.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I threw off the covers and his gaze was immediately drawn to my bare legs. I was wearing a T-shirt, but it had ridden up.

“Yeah, the kitchen,” he said, his voice raspy. He got up and strode out of the bedroom.

Grinning, I watched him go.

After I brushed my teeth and splashed some cool water on my face, I went to meet him. Duke was sitting on the couch, holding a to-go cup of coffee. He was wearing his leather cut and heavy motorcycle boots, his eyes following me.

“Not that I’m not completely grateful for coffee and a muffin,” I said, picking up the pastry bag and coffee and bringing them to the couch, “but how did you get in?”

“Waverly gave me her keys,” he said. “When I told her I wanted to bring you coffee and a muffin.”

“You take such good care of me,” I teased.

“I try.” He took a sip of his drink. “Waverly said your mom called.”

I sighed. “Yeah. She called.”

“And?”

“What do you meanand? If Waverly told you Angel called, then didn’t she tell you what I said to her?”

“We didn’t have a chance to get into it,” he said. “She mentioned the call in passing. But then Boxer handed her a donut, told her to sit at the desk, and she entered work mode.”

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