Page 47 of Bad Wolf
CHAPTERTWELVE
KNOX
Jason’s handis halfway to his mouth when I storm into his space and steal the shot of clear liquid out of his hand. I throw it back, not caring what it is, and welcome the burn as I swallow it down.
Then I swipe another one off the tray beside him and down that too.
I saw the way she was looking at me and I’m mad at myself for liking it. Mad that my body can still react to her in such a visceral way. That she still has this kind of effect on me.
One glance, one sweeping gaze and I want to be kissing her. Fucking her.
Any time, any how.
Even now.
After all this time. After what she did, she still lights up every part of me. Still sparks feelings that I thought were dead.Shouldbe dead.
Want, need, lust…Love.
My heart booms in my chest. My hands itch to reach out and touch. To pull her into me. When I look at her, I have to force myself to blink, she’s that mesmerizing. That beautiful.
Hot. She’s hot as fuck.
Jason’s hand falls carefully on my shoulder, “What’s the matter, Knox?”
“Nothin’. Just saw Jenna—”
“Ah, yeah, where?” His head whips around and scans the bar. “Why didn’t you bring ‘er up?”
I stare at him, “Because she came with Wren.”
I watch to see what his reaction will be. See whose side he falls on. The girls of the family have all sworn their allegiance, as has Casey, and if Jenna is involved, then I’m going to say Scott too.
To Jason’s credit, he looks genuinely concerned for me.
“That must have been a lot. Are you gonna be okay if she stays around for a while? Different not knowing where she is to you being able to run into her at every turn.”
“You didn’t know she stayed longer than the weekend?” I really don’t want him to have known and not told me. I really don’t wanna be in a fight with him. Caseyand now Scott, the thought of them going behind my back leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
Callan passes by, dropping off the beers he said he was getting and both Jason and I thank him. Moving slightly to the right, closer to the balcony.
“How would I know?” he shrugs, “Could be good this way though. Maybe you’ll get some closure.”
I grit my teeth at the thought of anyone thinking I need something from her.
“What’s there to close? She made it clear we were over a long time ago.”
Even as the words fall out of my mouth my gaze tracks her every move. The bar is packed, and I find her in less than a second. I try to turn away from the railing that we’re leaning over, but I’m superglued to the spot.
A familiar ache erupts in my chest, and I absently rub at the spot. Next, the butterflies will stir awake and rattle the cages I locked them up tight in. No, thank you.
We were together for three years and never once was I able to quell them. Those little fuckers would flap their wings any time I laid eyes on her.
Like now.
The jacket, the lace, the skirt. Fuck, that skirt is obscene. Her hair tumbling down and over her shoulders, begging to be wrapped around my fist.
Wren’s talking with Jenna, their heads squished together. She moves suddenly and her drink sloshes over the side of the glass and onto her hand.
