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I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Headache, Knox?” Skip asked. “Yeah.” Her name was Memphis Ward.
“You’re not alone. Not anymore.”
“Touch her again and they’ll never find your body.”
In that mess, there was passion. In that passion, we were perfect.
“My boy’s a morning kid.” “Not mine.” Knox pulled out the stool beside his brother. “Mine’s a night owl.”
In his piercing blue eyes, I saw that future. It was full of best days. It was full of love for the man who’d stolen my heart. “Promise?” Knox grinned. “I swear it.”