I had six pairs of huge eyes on me in Knox’s partially buttoned shirt (and more than likely, wild sex hair) as I cleared the galley kitchen to step foot in the living room.
There, I stopped.
The only pair of eyes that weren’t on me were Joey’s, and they were affixed to Knox’s awesome, wide, defined, perfectly furred chest that was so magnificent, even his arm in a sling obscuring part of it did not lessen its impact.
“Uh, yeah, last night was a lot,” I started it. “But as you can see, Knox and I worked it out.”
Joey turned to me.
“I’m ruined for all other men,” she declared. “And I’m not even seeing the whole enchilada.”
“You guys have worked things out?” Raye asked.
I looked down at the shirt on my body.
I then looked at Knox to see he hadn’t done up all the buttons on his jeans. The top two were still loose, and he’d gone commando, so there was an eyeful there as well, and it was a happy eyeful. As such, I understood even more than I already did what Joey was saying, because I’d seen the whole enchilada.
Knox became aware of this situation and started to rectify it by finishing the buttons on his fly one handed after he closed the door and made his way to me.
Alas, he did this talking.
His voice was a pit of supremely agitated gravel when he confirmed, “Yeah, we worked things out. But it’s good you’re all here ’cause you got shit to work out with my woman too.”
Even though him going public right away with his “my woman” announcement made me feel all melty…
Oh boy.
“Knox—” I tried.
He positioned so his good side was at mine, and he used his arm to slide along my shoulders and haul me forcibly into his frame.
When he did this, all the Angels’ eyes got wide, this time, including Joey’s.
Those eyes also got happy.
But Knox kept speaking.
To my friends.
“When shit’s goin’ down, you do not leave her swinging.”
Okay, this was true, but it wasn’t his place to point that out.
I turned into him, put my hand to his abs, and pressed to his side. “Babe?—”
That was as far as I got.
“That shit is not right, and you know it,” Knox stated a truth directly to the Angels. One—I loved him to bits he was angry on my behalf—but as noted, it wasn’t his to state. “I never wanna sit my ass anywhere like I did last night and see you desert her like you deserted her last night.”
“Honey, that was my idea,” I said quickly, and his irate gaze came down to me. “I need space when I’m holding a grudge. I asked for it. They were just doing what I asked.”
“Still. Not. Okay,” he gritted.
He was right, and wrong.
And fun fact I’d just learned?
He was all kinds of cute when he got protective.
