“Knox?” “Christ, woman,” he said, rounding on me. “Now what?” “Nothing. Just… Thank you for everything today. It meant the world to Waylay. And me.” When I turned to leave, his hand shot out and caught my wrist. “Future reference, Daze. My problem is always you.” I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I did it. I raised on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was still standing there when Stef and I walked inside with a dozen shopping bags between us.
