“So what’d she say?” Kyler asks. “Will she help us out?”

I glance from the screen and find him standing in front of me, close enough I can smell his cologne. “She said she’s down.”

“Really? That’s so fucking awesome. Thanks, Isa.” He hugs me. Actually freaking hugs me, with both arms and everything. “I owe you big time. And not just for the cookies, but for teaching me how to kick ass at free shots.”

“I am pretty awesome,” I joke, daring to wrap an arm around him and hug him back.

“You’re more than awesome. You’re like the awesomest of awesomeness.”

I smile at his sentence, because it sounds like something I would say.

“Okay, who died?” Kai says, sounding like he’s right next to us.

“Huh?” Kyler pulls away from me and his gaze cuts to his brother. “What are you talking about? No one died.”

He might be wrong, because I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a second or two there.

Kai gives me a condemning look as he drops his jacket onto the table. “I don’t know. Isa might have.”

My lips do a great Elvis impression as Kai and I stare each other down. Surprisingly, Kai is the one to give in first and whisks by me to grab a package of Oreos from the cupboard.

“Well, it looks like you two are having a fan-fucking-tastic time,” Kai says dryly to Kyler and me. “I’ll leave you guys to your awkward hugging.”

“I actually came here to bring you your phone,” I call out after him as he turns to leave the room. “I somehow ended up with it last night.”

He turns around, facing me again. “I was wondering where that went. I was worried I lost it at Bradon’s and he’d already hocked it.” I notice a red mark on the side of his cheek and wonder if it’s from where his dad slapped him upside the head last night.

You need to make sure everything’s okay.

“He sounds like a great friend,” Kyler says sarcastically as he puts the eggs back into the fridge.

“Yep, the best,” Kai quips, peeling apart an Oreo to lick off the frosting. Then he fixes his eyes on me. “Did you bring my phone with you? I’ve been expecting a few texts.”

Kyler chucks it at him before I can answer.

Luckily, Kai has the reflexes of a ninja and he effortlessly catches it. “Thanks.” He smiles at Kyler, but it’s not a friendly smile. “Have fun with your new friend, Isa.” He winks at me, trying to get under my skin, then turns to leave, scrolling through his messages.

I hurry after him as he walks toward the stairway. “Who’s this T guy?”

He glances down at me, not looking very happy. “You know who he is. He’s that dude who talked to us last night.”

“But who is he exactly?”

“Just some dude.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kai. I read one of your messages from him.” I shift my weight as he glares at me. “It wasn’t on purpose. I thought it was my phone.”

“You should probably just forget what you read.” He punches a few buttons then stuffs it into the back pocket of his worn jeans.

“Are you in trouble?” I ask. “Because that message . . . it sounded like you were in trouble.”

“I’m always in trouble,” he replies simply then stuffs a cookie into his mouth and licks his lips.

His tongue.

Those lips.

That kiss.

“Kai, about last night and what happened in the driveway—”

“Relax.” He cuts me off. “I kiss almost everyone when I’m drunk.”

“I wasn’t actually going to say anything about the kiss, but thanks for the info on your kissing routine,” I say, and he stares at me, unimpressed. “I just want to make sure you’re okay . . . with what happened with your dad.” I suck in an inhale, mustering up the courage. “And to give you this.” I wrap my arms around him and give him a quick hug that lasts just long enough for me to notice he smells like vanilla frosting. “You looked like you needed this last night, but I didn’t want to make your parents madder, so I thought I’d wait until today.”

The hug is not as awkward as I thought it would be, but when I step back, Kai’s staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re a strange girl sometimes.” He grabs another cookie from the package with a quizzical look on his face. “But in the best way possible.”

“So I’ve been told,” I say with a small smile. “You’re okay, though, right?”

He nods, swallowing hard. “I’m okay.”

I glance at the welt on his cheek. “Promise?”

His fingers drift to his cheek and he winces. “I promise.”

Then he turns his back on me and jogs up the stairs without saying anything else.

I’m not positive I believe he’s okay, but I’m not sure what else to do, other than keep an eye on him.

I head back to the kitchen, feeling sullen.

Kyler has gotten everything cleaned up by the time I walk in, and has his jacket and shoes on, ready to go.

“Everything okay?” he asks as he collects the car keys from the counter.

I nod. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

That’s the second time I’ve lied in the last ten minutes. But who I’m lying to, I’m not quite sure.

BY THE TIME we arrive at my Grandma Stephy’s house, she’s halfway done with baking the cookies. I give her a good, stern lecture for not waiting for us, but she tells me that she doesn’t need my sucky cooking skills tainting her cookies and to go sit my ass down in the living room while she works her Baker Fairy Magic in the kitchen.

“She’s funny,” Kyler says after we settle on the living room sofa.

“Yeah, she’s pretty funny, I guess.” I shift on the sofa, feeling nervous as hell with how close he’s sitting next to me.

“You smile around her a lot,” he remarks as he slides his arm across the back of the chair.

“Do I not smile a lot when I’m not around her?” Do you notice that I don’t?

“I’ve seen you smile a couple of times,” he says. “But not a lot.”

“Maybe it’s because you haven’t been around me a lot,” I reply with a shrug. “Generally, I try to be a happy person, even when things are super sucky. And I’m seriously easy to please. I mean, give me a cookie and a comic book, and I’m like a freaking unicorn sniffing rainbows.”

“A unicorn sniffing a rainbow?” He cocks a brow.

I shrug, picking at my nails. “What? Unicorns are totally crazy happy when they sniff rainbows.”

He chuckles. “Funny. I didn’t know unicorns were real or that they sniffed rainbows.”

“Oh, they’re totally real,” I joke with a grin. “Now, I’m not positive the rainbow part is true, but I like to think it is, because I’m just that awesome.”

“That you are.” He gently tugs on a strand of my hair for God knows what reason. “You remember that time you wore a cape to school?”

I pull a face. “Yeah, I remember. Don’t judge me, though. I was like ten and going through this phase where I wanted to be a witch.”

“No, I wasn’t judging you at all,” he quickly says. “I always thought it was cool you were so comfortable with being yourself.” I glance down at my stylish outfit and he hurriedly adds, “I like this look too. I promise. And you’re still you and everything. And really cool and comfortable with yourself.” He’s rambling and nervous, and I can barely keep up with what he’s saying. He finally takes a breath and shakes his head at himself. “I don’t know what my problem is. You’ve totally thrown me off my game.”

He’s trying to use his game on me?

He moves his arm from the back of the sofa and rakes his fingers through his hair. “You just make me nervous.”

I almost bust up laughing. I’m making Kyler nervous? “Are you being serious?”

He nods, lowering his hand to his lap. “I’m usually better at reading people, but with you . . . I have no idea what you’re thinking.” He waits, like he expects me to tell him.