His eyebrows furrowed. “So today was your second-best day?” “Yeah.” “You said top five. But it was number two?” Without question. He’d brought me my favorite coffee. He’d visited me all morning for kiss after kiss. Knox had made me feel special. Wanted. After he’d talked to Lester, he’d come to tell me first. And then tonight . . . Maybe I was giving away too much. Old Memphis would have played it differently. But I wasn’t playing. Not anymore. “It was a really good day,” I said.
