Fingers digging into his bulky bicep for support, I hop in an about face. “Let’s build a snowman.”
Dare I hope that’s disappointment in his quick sigh? “It’s one in the morning, lady.”
I reach back and snatch his hand. “Can you think of a better time?”
He laughs. “Only about a dozen of them. Might I remind you you have an injury?”
He makes a good point. “Alright then. Snow angels. Come on!”
“It’s a nasty parking lot, Ev. Besides, a man only has so many clothes he can loan out.”
If I look now, Knox is probably wearing a spine-tingling grin that will raise my temperature enough I’ll need a snow angel session to cool myself off.
I sway hard into him, arm to arm. “Stop using logic, Herdman. I’m trying to have some fun here.”
“Herdman?” He tugs me to his chest. Amusement, plus a shot of something more, ripple through his eyes. “You’re funny.”
“Funny…or fun?”
He taps the tip of my nose. “Both.”
“Really?” My teeth work themselves into my bottom lip.
He tilts his head, studying. “You sound surprised.”
Bundled up in biceps, I find the only place to store my hands is on his chest. As I gaze up, the grandaddy of all snowflakes lands in the dark hair above his forehead. It’s startling how handsome the man is at one in the morning. Makeup has to be streaking my face by now.
I press my cheek to the spot where I can count his heartbeats.One. Two. Three. Four…“You know why my last real boyfriend broke up with me?” I refuse to count Ethan as a boyfriend.
Knox lays his cheek on my hair. “Why is that?”
I take a deep breath. “Because I was boring. No fun, he said.”
His fingers trace circles on my back. “The man’s out of his mind.”
I sigh into the cotton t-shirt that smells like cologne and a little of musty motel room. “I don’t know. I do like to read quite a bit. I like quiet.”
“And what did the loser like?”
A spurt of laughter bursts, but my nose wrinkles at the first image that pops into my head. “To rub paint all over his torso and act like a fool at a game. I was supposed to tag along and not be embarrassed.”
“I hope you told the dude no.”
I snort. “I only made the mistake of saying yes once.”
His hand moves into my hair. “Good girl. I confess I cannot see you in that scenario. I mean, I’ve got a sad picture in my head, but…”
I thump his chest. “Stop it.”
Chin perched again on my hair, he laughs.
Gripping his shirt, I press my fists together and cuddle in, sighing deeply. “I probably could afford to loosen up a bit. I did try.”
Knox kneads the kinks navigating traffic, being professional, and being social, put into my neck tonight. “You don’t need to try, Everly. Not with me.”
Could the man be any sweeter?
My sigh feels dreamy. “I genuinely do love snow.”
