and Knox’s egos. As we follow them out, Knox whispers, “You didn’t tell me the Ken doll would be here.” “You didn’t ask.” He steps in front of me, blocking my path. His hazel eyes spark in warning. “Don’t toy with me, princess. Am I here in some fucked-up game to make him jealous?” “No.” I’m slightly appalled he thinks I’d stoop that low. “I told you, I’m not interested in him.”
