“I’m sorry, Claire. I was wrong for messing around on you behind your back.” My brow comes up before I glance back to Jude. “Did you threaten to beat him up or something?” He’s still grinning as he shrugs. “If that’s what you want, I will, but no, I didn’t. Laps are my punishment for hurting you.” Why does that make me giddy? “It seems like he doesn’t mean it,” I say and Jude laughs.
