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Knox gripped my hand and led me into the foray of people in Catherine Park. It was overwhelming. People turned to look at me, to sneer, then saw our linked hands and narrowed their eyes in confusion.
I thought that was good, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
“Do you want to get something to eat?” Knox asked.
I nodded, unable to say much of anything for fear it would be overheard and misinterpreted. I was a disaster.
“Just relax,” Knox whispered, his lips brushing my ear.
I shivered at the feel of him pressed against my side. I didn’t want to be so unsure of myself that I relied on a man to make me feel safe, but dammit, he did. He was right there, protecting me and guarding me from anyone who dared to look at me sideways. He glared back at a few people when he thought I wasn’t paying at
