Page 88 of A Lick and A Promise
I could see that, even if I wasn’t sure of it. I always thought Dream was Mom’s favorite, and I was Dad’s, in a kind of natural-order type of deal.
Though, if Dream saw it the way Knox did…that could be an issue.
In fact, it could be the issue.
“Tonight, she had someone take her back,” Knox continued. “Twice. Once when you told off your dad, the other when you shared you made Byron state his case before he earned a date with her. She’s Dream, so she didn’t make it plain this meant something to her. But it meant something to her.”
“You think?”
“I was sitting right next to her, honey. I felt it coming off her. She was shocked as shit you cut your dad off and defended her.”
I smiled. “See? I think I’m making headway with her.”
“Miracle worker.”
I kept smiling.
We drove the rest of the way to Knox’s house, mostly bickering about how he was holding Jacques on his lap, and this meant close to his wound on his bad leg (me), and how I needed to chill out (Knox).
Knox did not put Jacques in the back seat.
When I stopped in his drive, I turned to him. “I see you’ve entirely nixed the crutch.”
“I can walk to and from a car and to and from a dining room without needing a two-hour nap,” he returned. “But I promise I’ll use it when I go up the stairs.”
“Whatever,” I mumbled and took hold of Jacques so he didn’t get out with Knox.
But after Knox got out, he bent at the waist to catch my eyes through the open door.
“You need help getting to the front door?” I asked.
“No. I need you to know I didn’t fuck Cheyenne.”
I sat perfectly still.
Jacques woofed in shock at this revelation (okay, maybe it wasn’t shock, more like confusion as to why Knox was hanging and I wasn’t getting out so we could all hang together).
“Another problem she and I had,” he said. “And another reason she knew I was still hung up on you.”
My mind was blank, unfortunately, so this gave him the opportunity to murmur, “See you tomorrow, baby,” straighten away from the car, walk up his walk (he had a limp, but it wasn’t that bad) and disappear into his house.
Throughout this, I didn’t pull out of his driveway.
Jacques and I sat in the car and stared at his front door.
It took some doing, but I pulled myself together, put my dog in the seat beside me and reversed out.
I didn’t fuck Cheyenne.
He was with her for months, he was a man with a very healthy libido, and he didn’t sleep with her.
I was still hung up on you.
Shit.
Shit!
We so had to have our talk, because I had no idea what exactly was going on, but something was going on.
