The full offer came in on the same night Brady and I went on our first date.
The Angels wanted him.
I should've canceled our romantic rendezvous - would've if I was a half decent liar. But what reason could I give - I wasn't sick, I didn't have other plans even if I did stumble through a lie, we shared an apartment. His bedroom shared a wall with mine. He would hear a lack of sneezing.
In true Brady fashion, he wouldn't tell me what we were doing. When I asked what to wear he said, "Whatever the hell you want. I prefer nothing."
I nearly obliged, told him to wear the same thing. Curiosity stole the words from me, I wanted to know what his surprise was, where Brady Wagner romanced his women.
Curiosity and guilt.
Guilt clawed at my chest with every look, every brush of Brady's hand aga
