"You don't look very happy that I’ve tracked you down, Zara," Knox chuckles. “After all, legally speaking, I'm still your husband. You never managed to get me to sign those divorce papers, did you, darling? Though I suppose you've been a little too busy playing house with Locke to care about technicalities."
"You didn't track me," I reply, my tone dangerously casual as I look him dead in the eye. "You hired a couple of hulking stooges to hang out in a van, waiting for me to walk out of a coffee shop alone. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re no f*****g hero or bad ass.”
The grin flickers on Knox's face, a flash of irritation breaking through his smug composure before he forces a loud, boisterous laugh.
"Always had a sharp tongue, didn’t you?” Knox says, taking another step forward. He reache
