“Do you want breakfast?” Brady asked. “I can make something with all those eggs Boone gives you.” “Something other than peanut butter toast might be good for once,” I said. “How can I help?” Brady moved to the other side of me and opened the fridge. “Keep me company?” The look he gave me didn’t just give me butterflies in my stomach. I felt like those motherfuckers had made their way all the way to my toes.
