Chapter 7

“Yeah, she seems like the type. And she thinks the world of you, that much is obvious.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his steady blue gaze fixed on Colin. His blond hair was more casual today, slightly mussed across his wide brow, but Colin would bet that was just as deliberate a look as the perfectly tailored black suit he’d worn to the concert. “Listen, we got off on the wrong foot last night. I know that, and I’m pretty sure you know that, too. I’d like for us to start over, if we could. Accept that maybe neither one of us was at his best last night, and move on.”

“Wait, is that supposed to be an apology?”

“An apology?” Grady straightened with a frown. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant.”