Yet, there’s no one I trust more. “Say something.” Another blink. “Something.” A startled laugh escapes me before I can catch it. Sometimes I think Knox was born centuries too late. With his huge, powerful, warrior’s body, razor-sharp intensity, and laconic manner, he could’ve been a Spartan. Which is why, when he reveals his dry humor, it always catches me off guard and gives me an inexplicable little thrill of delight.
