“Frank doesn’t have girl hips,” Sierra said. “Tell him thanks for the best pancakes in the world.”

“You can butter him up yourself,” Tilly said. “He’s acting like a grizzly today. Can I get you two anything else?”

They both shook their heads as they dug into their food. Tilly hurried off to another table.

“So what’s next?” Hayden said once she’d swallowed down a syrup-drenched forkful.

“With Cole? I’m thinking about cornering him in the conference room at work.”

“Naked?”

Sierra grinned and shook her head. “In my mind, maybe. I’ll be a little more subtle. At work.”

Hayden drew in a long breath and shook her head.

“What?” Sierra forked some potatoes and had a fleeting thought that cheese would make them even more amazing.

“How much of this is good sex and how much is you wanting more than just sex with him?”

“It was good,” Sierra said with feeling. “So much better than good.”

“Yeah?” Hayden’s eyes twinkled conspiratorially. “Can I live vicariously through you?”

“You need to find a guy. A North brother.”

Hayden shook her head, which was a lot more positive than her usual reaction to Sierra’s suggestion that someone of the male persuasion would make her world temporarily better. “So he was unselfish and hung like a horse?”

“Five orgasms, less than two hours.”

“Who had the extra one?”

“Five for me. Two for him.”

“Jeez. You need to not screw this up.”

“Hey. Who says I’m the one who’ll screw it up? He’s a guy.”

“A scared guy. A guy who sounds like he’s way into you and not ready to be way into anyone.”

“What makes you say he’s into me?” Sierra checked her phone for the time, saw she had a few more minutes, and stuffed a large bite of bacon in her mouth.

“He fell asleep next to you, for one.”

“Maybe,” Sierra said after swallowing her food.

“He came to you when he was upset about something.”

“Maybe.”

“He admitted he doesn’t do mornings after. A guy doesn’t just say that, he makes up an excuse.”

“Like feeding his cat?” Sierra asked.

“See? He even tried to lie but couldn’t keep it up.”

“Oh, he could keep it up.”

“I don’t want to hear any more,” Hayden said as she pushed her half-eaten pancakes to the side and moved the bacon front and center. “I’m at hating you level now.”

“You love me. You want what’s best for me.”

“Is that Cole? Like, long term?”

Sierra set her fork down, thinking about that question, as she had been for the past several hours. “I like him a lot,” she admitted. “He’s different from any guy I’ve gone out with. Rough around the edges, not so white-collar—”

“Not at all, right?”