Knox POV
Greg doesn’t back down. His arms are still crossed, jaw set like stone, and that glint in his eye says he’s ready to push harder if I don’t start moving.
“I’m not gonna ask again,” he says, voice tight. “You need to leave. If you don’t, I’ll call the police.”
I let out a slow breath and study him. The guy’s not bluffing. He might not look like much, but there’s a line in him that won’t bend. And it’s not because I’m wearing a cut or sitting where he doesn’t want me. It’s because of her.
“You think I’m just here for a good time,” I say calmly, keeping my voice low enough that no one else hears. “You think I don’t care about the serious shit.”
Greg’s eyes narrow. “Because you don’t,” he spits. “Guys like you know how to show up for a night, maybe two. Then you’re gone, and it’s
