“You sure are, baby.”
Knox leans in and kisses me firmly on the mouth before leaving.
“I’ll see your pretty ass later.”
“Bye.”
I catch myself in the glass window with a smile plastered on my face way after Knox closes the front door.
I am a goner.
I'm hooked.
I am completely enraptured by Knox Masterson and still walk around the apartment ten minutes later in my own little love daze until my father calls. That’s when reality hits me like a ton of bricks.
“How you doing, baby girl?”
“I’m good.”
“Is Knox there?”
“He just left to meet Bronx and Seven.”
“Oh, okay, you’re not giving him a hard time, are you?”
“He’s used to it.”
My father laughs boisterously at my joke.
“How’s he liking that couch of yours?”
“It’s bad for his neck but he’s coping.”
And the Academy Award goes to…
“That boy’s a good sport.”
He has no idea.
I consider leaving the conversation there and hanging up. Normally, he’d tell me what plans he and Mom were making for dinner and then he’d offer to send me some money, but sometimes I’m like a dog with a bone. I need a few answers.
“Daddy, I want to ask you about something.”
“Shoot.”
“It’s about a client.”
“Baby girl, you know I don’t discuss my clients. That’s confidential.”
“Right, but this particular case affected me.”
“How so?”
“A man named Jake Mitchell got a position at my job to purposely get closer to me.”
“What did you just say?”
“Jake Mitchell. Do you know the name?
