Kylie’s POV.

The Sunday morning sun streamed through the window as I paced around my room. My phone buzzed, and I saw Graham’s name flash on the screen. With a deep breath, I answered.

“Hello, Graham,” I said, keeping my tone light.

“Hey, Anne,” he replied, his voice smooth and confident. “I was thinking... We’ve seen your dancing and painting skills, and they’re extraordinary. But what about swimming? How good are you?”

I could almost ...