“I’m so glad you find humor in my vocabulary. It just makes my day.” “Don’t mind Knox,” Nash cut in. “He’s intimidated by women with brains.” “You want my fist up your nose again?” Knox offered gamely. I kicked him under the table. It was purely on reflex. “Ow! Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to rub his shin. All eyes came to me, and I realized what I’d done. “Great,” I said, throwing down my fork in mortification. “A few minutes here and there with you, and it’s contagious. Next thing you know, I’ll be putting strangers in headlocks on the street.”
