“I’m not missing anything. I’m listening very carefully.”
“Knox.” I step even closer, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Do I look like I’m fawning?”
I arrange my face into the most neutral, unimpressed expression I can manage. Total poker face. Blank as a fresh sheet of paper.
Knox studies me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my features like he’s actually trying to detect any trace of Rafael-induced swooning.
Then he rolls his eyes.
“You’ve been drinking. You need to eat.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s an observation.” But his hand comes up anyway, fingers brushing my back behind my ear with a gentleness that makes my breath catch.
He leans closer, his other arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against him, and for a moment we just stand there, foreheads pr
