“I’m sorry, it’s not okay that I did that. Can we start again?” Brady’s whistle blows for the final time, but he doesn’t move. He waits for me to answer, his brown eyes practically staring into my freaking soul. “You’re on probation.” I sigh. Heat creeps back to my cheeks when he gives me the brightest smile. “I’m gonna nail it.” “You better.” Shit, shit, shit.
