“I need a new card,” I say quietly. “I thought I’d have it back in a couple of days.”
Knox lets out a sigh, pulling me closer without even thinking about it, like holding me is something he does instinctively now. “We’ll sort it tomorrow,” he says. “Are you sure you wanna work tonight?”
“I have to work, Knox.”
He doesn’t argue. Not really. He just watches me for a long moment before nodding, his lips brushing my temple softly.
“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he whispers, but there’s no accusation in it. Just concern.
I push up, forcing a smile I don’t entirely feel. “What if I get this entire weekend off?” I ask.
His brow furrows. “Only if you want to. Don’t do it because of me.”
“I do want to,” I say softly. “Come on.”
He hesitates, but after a moment, he nods. I know he doesn
