Dinner ended and we said our goodbyes to the guests. I wandered out onto the patio, hoping for a breath of fresh air. Tonight had been fun, but I needed some time to recharge.
The lights of New York City danced below me. It was still chilly outside, but not nearly as bad as it had been even a week before. February was normally the coldest time in the city, but something inside me made me feel warm even in my strapless gown.
Ever since I was a kid, I’d been scared of heights. I was counting on that fear to push away my insecurities that had built up during dinner.
It worked, somewhat. As I looked down at the city far below, adrenaline pumped through my veins. If I was scared of being up so high, I couldn’t be scared of losing Knox, or of driving him away.
I heard the patio door slide op
