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

Clay

“I set up the meeting with In the Zone for Tuesday. I’ve already sent details to Doogie, and you’d better not flake on me again,” Tiffany says through Bluetooth as I drive toward town to meet Pepper so she can take measurements for the sensory glove.

I woke up with my girl in my arms, the sun shining, and it’s been three days since news of my relationship with Pepper broke, and things are finally settling down. I’m not about to let Tiffany’s irritation ruin my day.

“I’m sorry for canceling the last time, but I didn’t flake on you. You know damn well how social media can ruin relationships. I finally have someone special in my life, and she’s a professional, not someone who gets off on drama. I wasn’t going to let those vultures ruin what we have.” Thankfully, the picture and comment I posted rose above the noise, and the fucking flavor-of-the-week headlines were replaced with headlines like Has Mr. Perfect Met His Perfect Match? On top of that good news, now that the world knows I’m here, I’ve been working out with Ben and his friends, and we’ve accumulated a small group of spectators and fans who cheer us on. I’m excited to meet them later to run more drills.