Instead, Knox’s scowl melted and was replaced with the kind of grin that made me feel as warm and gooey inside as a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven. Note to self: Make chocolate chip cookies. The two men shook hands and exchanged back slaps that would have put me in a chiropractor’s office. “What the hell are you doing here?” Knox asked, less aggressively this time. “Currently losing to Winona and thinking about ordering another drink.” “I’ll get it. Anyone else want another round?” I squeaked. Knox’s gaze fell on me. His grin vanished so quickly I wondered if he’d sprained a facial
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