Scarlett couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Yeah. Then I used his direct deposit information to find out his bank. I got into the bank and I’m looking at his latest transactions. I’ll look at his credit cards next. See where they’ve been used.”
Holy s**t. If she’d wondered about his intelligence before, she didn’t any longer. Knox was really f*****g smart. She glanced down his intense face to his neck, to his T-shirt. That’s when she realized it read E=MC².
“Why are you staring at my T-shirt?” he asked, writing something on a pad before going back to clicking keys furiously.
“I hadn’t really seen you in anything other than a dress shirt before,” she gulped.
His bright blue eyes rooted her to the spot. Blue eyes, no longer brown. “I normally wear comic stuff. You may as well know now
