Chapter 13

Kyle stood at the stove, a white apron wrapped around his waist, contrasting oddly with the rest of his all-black attire. His black hair was wet and sort of askew. He held a spatula in his hand, and, sure enough, flipped over several pancakes he was cooking on a griddle on the burner. Next to him on the cabinet, Kyle had placed a plastic bowl of pancake batter and a large serving plate already holding several completed pancakes.

“Wow,” Dave exclaimed. “Those smell amazing.”

Kyle turned. “Hey, hi.” He’d already lined his eyes in black, but his sexy lips were bare. “I started coffee, too, but if you’d rather have tea let me know.”

“Coffee is fine.” Dave glanced at the digital clock on the stove and saw it was already after eleven. “I didn’t know I had any pancake mix.”

Kyle grinned. “Please, dude. You didn’t. I made these from scratch.”

Dave felt his jaw drop. “You know how to do that?”