BRAYDON’S POV
Katy’s giving me the kind of death glare that could melt concrete as Stacy storms away. I swear, I’ve never seen her look this pissed, and for a second, it feels like I’m some married dude who just got caught sneaking around with his side chick.
I rub the back of my neck, searching for words that won’t make this worse.
“I leave you for five minutes and you’re already running back to your ex?” she asks, her arms folding across her chest.
“She’s not my ex,” I blurt before I can stop myself. The look she gives me right after makes me wish I could take it back. “And besides,” I add quickly, “I told her I’m into you.”
She raises a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Oh really? Because I didn’t hear that part.”
“I find it hard to believe you were in there the whole time and didn’t ca
