Knox:
She looked like sin curled on her couch, hair a damn mess, wearing nothing but her dress from the night before and a quiet stare that said she was still trying to figure me out.
Good.
I didn’t want her to have me pegged too quick. Let her wonder. Let her think.
But I didn’t miss the way her eyes followed me as I moved through the kitchen, didn’t miss the way her whole body relaxed once I came back with that mug in my hand—like she expected me to vanish and take the comfort with me.
I held it out. “Here.”
She took it without a word, but her fingers brushed mine and lingered for half a second too long.
She was too proud to thank me, so I didn’t wait for it. Just sat down on the edge of the coffee table, elbows on my knees, watching her sip.
“You okay?” I asked, voice low.
She
