Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Hey, boss,” Stasia called out. My bubble of bliss popped. The responding grunt had my heart trying to flutter its way out of my chest like an anxiety-ridden butterfly trapped in a glass jar. “Stay,” Jeremiah said firmly, pressing a hand to my shoulder. I couldn’t see Knox. But I could feel his presence. “Knox,” Stef drawled. “Stef.” I opened my eyes, wondering when the two of them had gotten on a grudging first-name basis. “Hey, Way,” Knox said, his voice a little softer. “Hi,” she chirped. I heard the approach of his boots, and every muscle in my body went rigid. No woman looked good with wet hair in a salon chair. Not that I was going for alluring or anything. Although I was wearing the underwear he’d bought me. “Naomi,” he rasped. What was it about my name from that mouth that made my nether regions feel like they were being electrocuted? In a super sexy, fun way. “Knox,” I managed to choke out. “Your face is red,” Jeremiah noted. “Is the water too hot?” Stef snickered. I swear to God I could hear a smugness in the steady clomp of boots as they slowly retreated to the back of the shop. Way to be cool, me.