Finally, she opened her mouth. “I have a job interview tomorrow at eleven. I need you to babysit Grav.” Shit. I knew it was coming, but I’d pushed it to the back of my mind. I worked my jaw back and forth. “I’m not good with ki—” “We have an agreement.” She cut me off, whipping her head around to look at me. “And I know you won’t let me down, since you need me on your arm for Row’s spice-brand event.” She had me there, and she knew it.