Playing Mr. Perfect (The Bradens at Ridgeport #1)

Clay

The brisk afternoon fades into a chilly evening. We’re back at the hotel, taking a brief respite to shower and change before heading to dinner. My shoulder’s been tight, so I do the physical therapy I’ve been doing all year. It doesn’t help much, so I pop a couple of ibuprofen and jump in the shower.

My phone chimes twice while I’m getting dressed. I hope it’s not my agent. Tiffany is excellent at her job, but right now I’m finding that annoying as fuck. She’s hounding me to negotiate the offer to extend my contract, and that’s not a decision I can handle making right now. I glance at my phone on the counter, prepared to ignore the text if it’s from her, and breathe a sigh of relief at the group texts rolling in from my siblings. After nearly losing Flynn to a tragic accident last year, I never miss a chance to connect with them.

Victory: Noah said you’re in Paris. Are you behaving?