Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Heard my grandson drove you out here with a wedding dress flying like a flag out the window. You a runaway bride?” She set two glasses next to the open bottle and nodded. I poured. “I guess I am.”

There appeared to be no new bloodshed. Both men had cleaned up their wounds, leaving behind only bloodstains and bruises. Nash looked like a hero who had taken a few hits for a damsel in distress. Knox, on the other hand, looked like a villain who’d gone a few rounds with the good guy and come out victorious.

It was definitely my recent mistake with the good guy—on paper at least—that had me overcorrecting and finding Knox and his villainous attitude attractive. At least, that’s what I told myself when Knox’s gaze landed on me and I felt like hot bacon grease had just been poured directly into my spinal column. I ignored him and his sexy standing-at-the-stove-ness, choosing to focus on the rest of the room instead.

She wasn’t my type on any plane of existence. Hell, even in jeans and a Honky Tonk t-shirt, she still looked high-class and high-maintenance. She wouldn’t settle for a few nights between the sheets. She was the kind of woman with expectations. With long-term plans. With honey-do lists and would you minds and can you pleases. Normally I could ignore an attraction to a woman who wasn’t my type. Maybe I needed a break? It had been a while since I’d taken a few days off, had some fun, gotten laid. I did the math, winced. It had been more than a while. That’s what I needed. A few days away. Maybe I’d hit the beach. Read a few fucking novels. Drink a few beers out of someone else’s inventory. Find a good lay with no strings or expectations. I ignored the knee-jerk “meh.” After hitting forty, I’d noticed an alarming ambivalence when it came to the hunt. Laziness most likely. The hunt, the narrowing of the field, the flirtation. What had once been entertaining started to seem like a lot of work for just a night or two.

He stole my breath, my logic, every reason why this was a terrible idea. He took them all and made them disappear. “That’s what I need, baby. I need to feel you go soft under me. Need you to let me have you.”

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 would have loved you.” “How do you know?” I demanded, my voice a rasp. “Because I already do, dummy.”