By the time I got out of the bedroom, my stomach was growling. I looked forward to having another leisurely meal with Knox. Chocolate chip pancakes, maybe. We could sit and talk, and maybe I would ask him about that storage room, or about his family.
But it wasn’t to be.
When I ventured out into the hallway, I heard plates clinking. I wandered down the hall, following the aroma of coffee to a kitchen. I pulled the robe around me, tying it tightly. I thought that Knox might pull the tie open. He might take my robe off—
“Shut up, Chloe,” I said. “It’s enough that he’ll be here with you. Don’t get stupid over him.”
The breakfast table had been set out perfectly. The tablecloth was a shimmering ivory, and two plates had been laid out with napkins folded carefully on each one. A gla
