Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Wait! Take off your shoes,” I told her, not wanting to track any dirt inside. Waylay glanced down at her filthy sneakers. There was a hole in the toe of the left one and a pink heart charm clipped to the laces of the right. With an extravagant eye roll, she toed them off and carried them upstairs. Knox’s mouth pulled up in the corner as we watched her go, pretending she wasn’t the least bit excited or curious. “Damn it, Viking!” The idea of spending a few weeks in a postcard-perfect cottage far away from the mess I’d left behind was intoxicating. I could organize the hell out of the shambles of my life while I sat on the back porch and watched the creek flow by. If I could afford it. “Now what’s your problem?” he asked, stepping into the doll-house-sized kitchen and staring out the window over the sink. “You mean, ‘What’s wrong, Naomi?’ Well, I’ll tell you Knox. Now Waylay’s excited about this place, and I don’t even know if I can afford it. She’s going to be disappointed on top of abandoned. What if we end up back at the motel tonight?” “You’re not goin’ back to the motel.” “What’s the rent?” I asked, biting my lip. He turned away from the view and leaned against the counter, looking annoyed. “Dunno.” “You have a key to this place and you don’t know?” “Rent depends,” Knox said, reaching out to sweep a layer of dust off the top of the old marshmallow white fridge. “On what?” He shook his head. “On who.” “Fine. Who?” “Liza J. Your new landlord.” My new landlord? “And does ...