Kane’s POV
Brandy avoids my gaze, her cheeks red as she stares anywhere but at me. Slowly, I take her hand, loosening her grip on the fabric but only so I can take it in my own, holding it tightly as she reluctantly looks down at me again.
‘what’s wrong’ I repeat softly, keeping my expression open, coaxing her to talk to me.
‘I uh . . I should have warned you’ she mutters distractedly, ‘I uh . . I don’t really look like . . .’ she blows out a breath, her gaze flitting away for a second as though she’s trying to find her confidence, before coming back to me once again.
‘I’m twenty nine’ she states quietly, ‘not everything is as . . . perky as it once was . . ‘
My frown deepens as I stare up at her, ‘what are you talking about?’ I ask, genuinely confused.
She growls cutely, her free ha
