Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Then along comes Knox Morgan. Who doesn’t want me around because, despite my defective personality of being uppity and needy, you still managed to be attracted to my body.” “Look, Daisy. It’s nothing personal.” “Except it is deeply personal.” “Put a lot of thought into being pissed off about this, haven’t you?” Maybe I wasn’t the only one losing sleep. “Go screw yourself, Knox!” The brisk knock at the front door made Naomi jump. Wine sloshed over the rim of her glass. “Am I interrupting?” The woman on the other side of the screen door was a few inches shy of Naomi and wore a rumpled gray suit. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. “Ummm,” Naomi managed as she tried to blot at the wine on her chest with her hands. “Uhhh.” “I’m Yolanda Suarez. With Child Protective Services.” Ah. Fuck me. Naomi went rigor-mortis stiff next to me. I snatched the box of tissues off the top of the desk and handed it to Naomi. “Here,” I said. When she just stared at the visitor without moving, I yanked a few tissues out and started to blot up the disaster. It took about two dabs into her cleavage before she snapped out of it and slapped my hands away. “Um! Welcome. This isn’t my wine,” Naomi said, eyes wide. The visitor’s gaze slid to the now-empty glass Naomi was holding. “I mean it is. I don’t know why I said that. But I’m not drinking a lot of it. I’m responsible. And I hardly ever yell at men in my living room.” “Okaaaaaay. Is Chief Morgan here? He asked me to stop by,” Yolanda aske...