I couldn’t really argue with him there. “Cold water,” I said, gesturing toward the sink. “Now.” “I think I like you bossy,” Brady said as he walked past me. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said. “And this is why I hit my thumb,” Brady muttered. “What do you mean?” Brady turned on the sink and put his thumb under the stream of water. “We flirt, I get flustered, bad things happen.”
