Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

Sloane scoffed and crossed her arms. “You’re not seriously saying you plan to electrocute your dinner guests.” “I’ll be honest. I don’t care about dinner or our friendship that much,” I said, pulling my car keys out of my pocket. Sloane put her hands on her hips in triumph. “Good riddance.” Knox snatched the keys from me. “I don’t think you’re hearing me. Naomi has decided you both can’t be invited to the same social shit. Which means she’ll schedule twice as much social shit to make sure both of you pains in the ass get the same amount of quality fucking time with us. And I don’t want more social shit. I don’t want more quality fucking time. I want you two to put aside your petty ‘we have a secret feud that we won’t talk about’ bullshit and make my wife forget that you can’t stand each other.” “This is ridiculous,” I insisted. “No. You’re fucking ridiculous for making me do this. So either you both go in there strapped up to these toys, pretend to be adults for the evening, and make my wife happy, or you both go the hell home and think about how stupid you must be for making me the fucking voice of reason in this scenario.”