“You look good.” I said and his hands settled on my waist immediately.
“You look dangerous.” He said.
“That’s not a compliment.” I said.
“It is for me.” He said.
That was fair enough and for a moment neither of us spoke.
Then Knox brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear and the softness caught me off guard. Especially after everything we’d survived recently.
“You sure about this?” He asked and the concern felt genuine.
“I grew up around these people.” I said and his jaw tightened.
“That’s what worries me.” He said. Unfortunately, he had a point.
The charity gala occupied an enormous hotel ballroom downtown.
Crystal chandeliers hung overhead and string music played softly. Champagne flowered everything and the room overflowed with wealthy people pretending they weren
