“Sounds delicious. Thanks, guys, but I’m not here long.”
“Out on a date?”
“Er, no, just dropping off a delivery.”
“Winnie, your neighbor Mrs. Manchego has a nephew who—”
“No, thanks, Mom. I’ve seen the kinds of yard signs she has in her yard. And stop trying to be friends with my neighbors—they’re all insane.”
“She’s avery nice lady.”
“Shelby?” I call. “Shelby, I need to grab some clothes out of here.”
I knock on my bedroom door and wait. I knock again then ease it open.
Blessedly alone.
Or not.
I don’t notice him at first until I’m opening the closet to get some clothes to change into.
Knox is sitting on my stool, my dirty panties pressed against his face, huffing in deep, long breaths.
“What the fuck!” I yell at him and snatch the panties off his face.
He just laughs and grabs my wrist, twisting it in his grasp.
“Damn, I forgot how good you smelled.”
“You don’t remember anything. High school was a long time ago.” I tug away.
“You think I was going to forget that night at the Olympics?” He has me pressed against the back of the door. “You really turned into something special, Winnie.”
“Get off of me.” I struggle against him.
“I want a taste of the real thing.” I feel his hand slide across the front of my pants. “Bet you’re nice and juicy for me.”
“Nope. Dry as your gross-smelling mouth.”
“Yeah, I like that. You were always a better fuck than your sister. The sex is always better with you.”
I kick him in the shins.
“Fuck, you’re feisty.” He just laughs as I rush out of the closet.
“We belong together. Don’t pretend like I wasn’t your first love.” Hefollows me.
“You cheated on my sister, and your pregnant affair partner is living in my house, and you’re hitting on me.”
“You’re never going to find a man better than me, Winnie. Look at you. You’re pathetic.” He sneers. “I’m the only man who will ever find you attractive.”
I think about Fitz.
Is that true?
“You say the word, and your sister and Brinley are dead to me,” he offers.
“What about your baby?”
