Knox didn't kiss me.
He paused less than an inch from my lips for a few seconds, then stepped back and cleared the way to the top floor.
"Go to sleep, Trouble."
I stood there, my heart pounding as if 20 Harleys had started up downstairs at once.
He had said something like that, then walked away as if nothing had happened.
I decided to make the first move.
If he wouldn't, I would.
The next afternoon, I found Knox in the private garage. He was crouched beside his Harley, inspecting the new tires. When he saw me enter, he deliberately pulled a rack holding the old tires in front of him.
"Don't get too close. Someone damaged it once."
"That person already paid."
"You only paid for the tires, not the emotional damage."
I walked over to him. "I can pay for that another way."
The wren
