“See you soon.”
The call clicked off, and for a moment, they just sat there.
“I’m not going to be able to kill him,” Knox finally said.
“Nope.”
“Will I be able to punch him?”Knox asked hopefully.
“I doubt it.Not unless you want to deal with Lou.”
“Fuck.”Knox sat there a moment longer, then with a long-winded sigh, put the truck in gear.“Is she still sitting there?”
Jesse looked at the diner window.“No.She’s gone.”
Knox pulled away from the curb.“I hope the son of a bitch has beer.”
Chapter Six
They pulled up to the tidy bungalow on the edge of downtown twenty minutes later.Built in the 1920s, it had needed considerable work when Sawyer and Lou had bought a year and a half ago—so much so that they’d spent the first month sleeping under a tarp instead of a roof.
They’d hired out for the big stuff like the roof and the foundation issues, and at Knox’s insistence had agreed to leave the plumbing and electrical to licensed professionals—despite Lou’s belief that anyone could do anything with the right YouTube video.But the rest, they were doing themselves.
“I wonder how much work they’ve gotten done,” Jesse commented when Knox stopped the truck behind Sawyer’s SUV.
Knox shoved the truck into park and switched off the engine.“I don’t care.”He didn’t want to talk paint colors, or the virtues of keeping the sash windows versus replacing them with new energy efficient, UV-rated ones.He wasn’t here to catch up with friends, or provide his professional opinion on which tile would work best as a kitchen backsplash.
He was here to find out what the fuck Sawyer was doing kissing Chloe.
Jesse laid a hand on his arm before Knox could launch himself out of the truck.“You need to get a grip.”
“I’ll get a grip,” Knox muttered.Right around Sawyer’s neck, he’d get a grip.
“I’m not kidding,” Jesse said, and his tone caught Knox’s attention.“You go in there spitting fire, Lou will kick us out on our asses.”
“Shit.”Knox dragged a hand through his hair.His fingers caught on the band holding it back, and he tugged it free.“I need a minute.”
Jesse’s hand slipped from Knox’s arm to his hand, turning so they were palm to palm, fingers entwined.“Tell me what you need.”
Knox blew out a breath, forcing himself to relax.Inch by inch, muscle by muscle.“I honestly don’t fucking know.”
“Blow job?”Jesse suggested.
Knox’s lips quirked into a reluctant smile.“Do you ever think about not making a joke?”
“Who’s joking?I’ll blow you right here.”Jesse let go of Knox’s hand to release his seatbelt, then turned on the seat.“Come on, whip it out.”
Knox laughed, some of the tension easing with it.“You’re such a slut.”
Jesse’s eyes twinkled.“Takes one to know one.”
Knox laughed again, then sighed.“What the hell was he doing kissing her, Jess?”
“I don’t know.”Picking up Knox’s hand again, Jesse gave it a squeeze.“Let’s go find out.”
Knox nodded, lifting Jesse’s hand to brush a kiss across the knuckles before letting go to reach for the door.“Okay.”
Jesse waited for Knox to circle the truck to his side before starting up the steps to the house.“I’ll do the talking.”
