He picked up his coat.“This is the part where I say you should contact me when you’re ready to book, or discuss things further.”
Digging in her purse, she pulled out a twenty and laid it on the table.“Okay.”
“But I don’t think you will.”
She looked up to find him smiling at her.“Don’t get me wrong,” he went on.“I’d love it if you did.And I’d do my absolute best to make sure you have a wonderful, memorable, multi-orgasmic experience.”
He slid out of the booth to shrug on his coat, then bent down and gently, sweetly, laid his lips on hers.“But I’m not what you want.And, Chloe, you should have what you want.”
He kissed her again, softly, then skimmed a finger down the flush that had bloomed on her cheek.“Let me know, beautiful.”
And with a slow smile, he was gone.
Out in the truck, Knox stared through the window.Chloe had her hand pressed to her mouth, as though savoring Sawyer’s kiss, and Knox had never felt more like maiming another human being.
“You can’t kill him,” Jesse said beside him.
“The hell I can’t,” Knox growled.
“He’s our friend,” Jesse reminded him.
Knox ground his teeth so hard his jaw threatened to crack.“Hekissedher.”
“That’s his job.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”Knox demanded.
“When he comes out, we’ll talk to him,” Jesse offered.“Calmly.Reasonably.”
“You talk,” Knox said.“I’m going to be too busy committing murder.”
Jesse’s phone rang, and they both looked at the in-dash display.
“It’s him,” Jesse said and tapped the screen to answer.“Sawyer.”
“Jesse,” came the amused drawl.“Is Knox plotting my murder?”
Jesse darted a glance at his husband, who was glaring through the windshield at the front door of the diner.“I refuse to answer that on the grounds it may incriminate him.”
“I bet.Nice job pretending not to know me.”
The amusement in Sawyer’s voice wasn’t calming Knox down—he looked like he was about to chew through his jaw.Jesse cleared his throat.“Where are you?”
“Oh, I’m on my way home,” came the cheerful reply.“The diner has a back door, you know.”
“Fuck,” Knox muttered.
“I can see out the window as clearly as you can see in,” Sawyer informed them with amusement.“You think I don’t recognize ‘lying in wait’ when I see it?”
“We need to talk,” Jesse began.
“I realize that, but we’re not doing it in public.Especially when Knox is in scorched earth mode.Y’all can come to the house.”
Jesse shot Knox a look.“Is Lou home?”
“Of course,” Sawyer replied.“Why do you think I feel safe there?”
Knox sighed, and Jesse bit back a curse.“Okay, we’re on our way.”
