I didn’t know what I was thinking when I pulled Knight into that kiss.
I’d stopped thinking entirely the moment that flashback from my dream crashed into my head only this time, Knight’s face replaced the stranger’s. The heat. The setting. The familiarity. Everything lined up too perfectly.
Why was I seeing him again?
Why did that familiar heat—the one that always clung to the mystery man in my dreams cling to Knight today?
Was he the one I’d been dreaming about all this time?
That single question was the reason I kissed him. I didn’t let myself overthink it. I had to check.
But tell me why I felt even more confused as I dragged Jean away from the store.
I hadn’t expected him to kiss me back. Hell, not in a million years. Yet there I was—moaning into his mouth, completely losing con
