Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Jesus, Daisy. Get some sleep. You’re babbling like an idiot.”

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and for a second, I wanted to know who the hell had given them to her so I could kick their ass.

You needed a hug.” “No. I didn’t,” he rasped. He was quiet for a long moment, and I listened to his heartbeat. “I needed you.”

A man doesn’t go all in with a woman, it’s for a reason. Maybe he’s looking for something better.

“Do you deserve Amanda?” I asked. “Hell no! Still don’t. But I’ve spent every day of my life since I met her trying to be the kind of man who does.

She was smiling. Laughing. Glowing. The pang in my chest became a physical ache, and I wondered if I should call a cardiologist. This wasn’t normal.

“Knox?” “Yeah, Daze?” “I hope someday you meet the woman who makes it all worth it.” I nudged her chin up. “Baby, I don’t think you get it. If it wasn’t you and Way, it’s never gonna be anybody.”

I pointed at Waylay. “You’re gettin’ a damn birthday party. And after that, we’re gettin’ married,” I told Naomi.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, sending a glance over my shoulder. “But a smart man once told me that what matters most is that I spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of man who deserves you. So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna remember how fucking lucky I am, every single day. And I’m gonna do my best to be the best for you. “Because you, Naomi Witt, are incredible. You’re beautiful. You’re sweet. You’ve got a fancy-ass vocabulary. You make people feel seen and heard. You make broken things whole again. Me. You made me whole. And every time you smile at me, I feel like I hit the lottery again.”

“I want the wedding sooner rather than later. I’m not wasting another minute without making you my wife. You can have anything you want. A big church wedding. A backyard barbecue. A five-figure wedding dress. But I have one demand.” Of course it was a demand and not a request. “What’s that?” “I want daisies in your hair.”