“Tomorrow?” I repeated dumbly. “Who’s Lucas?”
“Cute. The innocence thing, very cute. I wish I could keep you here longer tonight,” Knox said, pacing back and forth in front of the art gallery. He looked like his thoughts were already somewhere else. “But unfortunately, I have some business that needs taking care of.”
“I can’t come tomorrow,” I stuttered. I felt like I was making a mistake, but I couldn’t just stroll back into his penthouse. There seemed to be some kind of mixup. Lucas, whoever he was, hadn’t told me anything and he hadn’t told Steph anything. I had zero idea what was going on.
His eye twitched at the corner, and for a brief moment I saw him look at me with a flicker of anger. It terrified me. His gaze was so intense that I wanted to blurt out that I would come tom
