Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“You just want to put your hands on something fine and mess it up, don’t you?” Nash asked. “You can’t take care of a woman like that. She’s got class. She’s smart.” “She’s needy as fuck. Right up your alley,” I shot back. “Then get out of my way.” Tired of the conversation, I threw a jab to his jaw. He returned it with a shot to my ribs. I don’t know how long we traded blows in the middle of the dirt lane, kicking up dust and hurling insults at each other. Somewhere in the midst of him calling me a fucking asshole and me putting him in a headlock so I could punch him in the forehead, I recognized my brother for the first time in a long-ass time. “What in the holy hell are you doing? You can’t assault an officer of the law!” Naomi floated into my line of sight, looking exactly like the high-class woman I didn’t want, exactly the type my brother did. Her hair was down now and daisy-free, draped over one shoulder, thick and sleek. Her eyes had lost the better part of the exhausted shadows. She was wearing one of those long sundresses that skimmed the tops of her feet and made men wonder what treasures lay beneath. 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. Next to her was Waylay in shorts and a pink t-shirt, holding a plate covered in plastic wrap. She was grinning at us. Nash used the distraction to throw an elbow to my gut. The wind went out of me, and I bent to catch my breath. “Fa...