Page 24 of A Lick and A Promise
“I was there with everyone else in the waiting room while you were in surgery,” I informed him.
“Yeah, and I was laid up in that bed for two fucking days, and you weren’t there.”
“I visited you after your surgery.”
“Seeing as I was doped out of my brain, that didn’t register. When I wasn’t, though, you were nowhere near me.”
Oh my God!
“That was”—I jabbed a finger at him—“your choice, Knox Chambers.”
“We agreed to be friends,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, that was why I was biting my nails in the waiting room like everyone else.”
“Jess came by. Harlow came by. Raye, obviously. Shanti. Willow. Joey. Gemma. Even fuckin’ Otis showed.”
Otis worked the coffee cubby with Tex, our premier barista, part owner of The Surf Club and all around lovable, yet annoying, crazy man.
I didn’t even know Otis knew Knox, except in passing.
Man, it was super sweet of him to pop in and see him.
“Luna.” Knox biting off my name brought my attention back to him.
“Well, I’m so sorry, but considering your ex-girlfriend is stalking me, I thought it might be a good idea to give you a wide berth so she might leave me the hell alone,” I lied.
It was a mistake.
A huge one.
“Sorry?” he asked quietly.
Not like, soft-gentle-sweet quiet.
Like, soft-chilling-dangerous quiet.
Oh boy.
I ignored that and waved a hand in front of my face. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Cheyenne is stalking you?”
“Knox,” I snapped. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter, and why I’m here?—”
“What shit has Cheynne pulled with you?”
“Can we get to why I came here?”
“Not until you tell me what shit Cheyenne has pulled with you.”
Okay, those two idyllic weeks when we were a thing?
I was now remembering it wasn’t all orgasms, shoveling playful shit at each other and deep, moonlit chats.
The dude being stubborn was part of what ended us.
What I forgot was, he was pathologically stubborn.
