“The gymnast?” I ask.
He laughs but bites his inner cheek. “Can you fucking believe it?”
“No,” I say.
“Me either. It’s like a romance novel.” Brady shakes his head.
“What am I missing?” Shayna asks.
I look at Brady. “You can’t kiss the nanny, Brady Banks.”
“And that’s the problem.” He points at me.
He’s screwed, and after what Shayna and I went through to be together, I can’t wait to watch one of my friends squirm.