Viv
Two days later, and he was there again.
Third time this week. Fourth if I counted that weird moment in the alley behind the club when he just happened to be standing there, smoking like he wasn’t waiting for someone.
I narrowed my eyes as I slid past Cassie, ignoring her smirk.
Knox. Again. Leaning against the wall near the back hall like he owned the damn building.
He was wearing black again—leather jacket, dark jeans, boots that looked like they’d walked through more hell than most men could survive. His hair was a little tousled, scruff thicker than yesterday, and that stupid scar on his jaw that kept catching my attention every time he turned his head.
I didn’t know what bothered me more—how often he showed up, or the fact that I noticed everything about him every time.
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