hips to mine.
“Are you in the mood to be doused with Diet Coke?”
He grimaces. “It did do wonders for my hair.”
I belt out a laugh. It seems all I ever do with Knox is laugh these days, and I love it. This would technically be laughing in the face of adversity, and I love that too.
“And since we haven’t eaten yet, I think we should grab all the enchiladas we can. I’m a sucker for all that cheesy goodness.”
“You are a flexible vegan,” he points out, and I melt inside.
“You know what I love best about you?” I dot my lips to his. “You really listen to me when I speak. I can’t believe you remember that.”
Knox pulls back, holding me there in his muscular arms, and it doesn’t feel awkward. It doesn’t at all feel like revenge. It just feels right.
“You know what I love best about you?” His gaze rides over my features, bumping over the landscape of my face so proficiently it might as well be tactile. “The fact you just inadvertently told me you love me.”
My mouth falls open, and just as I’m about to protest the idea, my insides heat to life. “I do love you.” I give a little shrug. “That’s crazy, I know.”
He shakes his head, his expression growing sober by the second. “It’s not crazy because I love you too. I loved you that day at the mixer while I was chasing you down, trying to warn you of everything that was about to topple in your world, and yet deep down, it felt like I was trying to warn myself too.” His eyes squeeze tight. “But I’m so damn glad things turned out beautifully that night.”
“What?” I give his chest a light swat. “They turned to crap, remember? It led us into a hotbed of insanity, and we almost committed a double felony.”
“I meant what I said. It turned out beautiful. If they hadn’t stepped out of our lives, we never would have found our way to each other. And here we are, together.” He bows his head, his eyes still fixed to mine. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. This past month has been beautiful.”
“Beautiful,” I repeat. Knox comes in and presses his lips to mine in a series of easy kisses, beautiful kisses, kisses that say I love you, I do.
“Break up the party,” a female voice chirps to our left, and I fully expect to find Jen the Menace, but it’s a far more volatile menace—Trixie.
“What?” we say in unison, and Knox gives my ribs a quick squeeze as if to acknowledge the fact.
“It looks like your little ex slut has just upped the ante.” Trixie scowls my way as if she’s talking about me.
“Look”—Knox tightens his embrace—“we’re busy, Trix. Let’s do this some other time. I’ll call you in the morning.”
She glances back to the table where the two nitwits sit with their heads stitched together. “I think we should probably talk now”—she glares at me a moment—“alone.”
“Fine.” I gently push his hands down my hips. “I think I’ll head to the restroom. I’ll catch up with you later.” I steal a quick kiss off his lips and Trixie grunts as if I just kicked her kneecap out.
I stride past the tables and make my way to the front. Why does Trixie have to be so pissy around me? Am I really that offensive? My heart was ripped out of my chest too, you know. I get the fact she wants to protect him. Heck, I’d want to protect Harley and Henry to the death, but I seriously doubt I’d be rude to whomever they were dating—or in my case, living with, bedding, spending every free moment with. Then it hits me. Trixie is his twin. Knox mentioned they did everything together, and for the last month when he wasn’t at work or practice, he was with me. She misses him. As far as she’s concerned, he’s spiraling out of control, with me—some girl he hardly knows. But he knows me. In this short time, I’d swear that Knox knows me better than anyone else—and for certain more intimately.
No sooner do I get to the restroom than a light tap falls over my shoulder and I turn around. A sharp, crisp slap etches over my face, and I have to take a breath to shield myself from the sting.
I give a few good blinks, fully expecting to find Trixie, and shockingly, it’s Little Miss Muffet who’s