by Harper Sloan
Wade’s face breaks out in a smile and he starts laughing. He leans over and pats my shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, Knox. Charlie told me you two were just friends and it was going to stay that way. I really just wanted to meet you for myself. What kind of dad would I be if I let my only daughter move in with some guy I didn’t at least check out?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me, sir. I’ll take good care of her.”
He rises and walks to the door, presumably to help her move the rest of her stuff in. Before he opens it, he looks at me one last time. “You do that, Knox. She’s all I’ve got.”
IT’S BEEN three weeks since that nearly mortifying incident with Dad, and I’m still kicking myself for leaving the room. Dad stayed around and helped me get situated, and he talked to Knox more than he talked to me. I like that they were getting along, but I’m more than curious as to what they discussed that day.
“Dude, this is so fucking awesome!” Knox exclaims, interrupting my thoughts. When I turn to look at him, he’s standing in the middle of the living room in his usual getup of basketball shorts and nothing else. I swear, he has allergy to shirts, because he’s always walking around this place without one on. Not that I’m complaining. He’s rubbing a towel over the top of his head, drying off from the shower he just took, and I can’t stop staring, wishing I were the towel rubbing all over him.
“Umm, dude, what is so awesome?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he’s talking about it. It’s been a week since he was able to get rid of the brace. He’s been in heaven not having to bother with it, but I personally miss the close moments when I had to put it on or take it off.
He holds up his left arm, which is now free from its cast. When Dr. Branch told him he could lose it at his checkup this morning, he couldn’t stop smiling. I’m equally happy for him. He’s like a kid on Christmas morning, and he’s been that way ever since he left the doctor’s office.
“I’m finally free. It feels so damn good.” He moves towards the couch and pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around the living room. I know he’s been cleared, but I still worried that he’s going to reinjure himself if he’s not careful. Trying to get out of his arms, I squirm, which causes him to tighten his arms around me. Finally, I just give in. After a few moments, we’re both laughing, and he stops suddenly.
“Okay, I’m going to make myself puke if I spin anymore. We have to celebrate. Let’s go out tonight,” he suggests, looking down at me.
I try to push away the butterflies that flutter within me. “Sounds good to me. I think Jace is in Cincinnati this weekend, but we can see what Kale’s up to if you want,” I suggest, happy that he’s got something to celebrate. I love seeing him in high spirits, and hopefully this is the beginning of his mood swings ending.
Shaking his head, he pulls back from me. “No, let’s go out, just the two of. I owe you for being here these last few weeks and for putting up with my ass. It’s only about to get worse once I start physical therapy. Let’s celebrate and enjoy the night together. If you’re lucky, I might even serenade you with that guitar your dad brought over.” He winks, and I grin, knowing that he’s been practicing. I’ve caught him playing around on it in the living room a few times, but he always puts it up when I join him.
“Sounds perfect. Dad’s been asking me about your playing. I’ll be happy to report back to him that you’re actually finding his guitar to be useful.”
He chuckles, moving away from me. “I wish I’d thought about getting a guitar sooner. It’s been a nice way to pass my time, trying to figure it all out. I won’t be playing at the Grand Ole Opry anytime soon, but you might get me to play a little Hank one of these days.”
“Make it Luke Bryan and you’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him, secretly fantasizing about his shaking his hips just as hot as Luke does.
“No way, sweetheart. We’re going old-school tonight. I can listen to new country from time to time, but not tonight. It’s all Hank, Johnny, and Waylon.”
Groaning, I fall onto the couch in an exasperated, exaggerated state. “Serenade me with Boy Named Sue and I’ll be yours forever.”
He stops in his tracks and his eyes darken as he takes my words in. A smoldering look crosses his face, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by his trademark cocky grin. Sweet Jesus. If Knox was a Disney character, he’d definitely be Flynn Ryder because he definitely has the smolder down.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. My Cash song of choice is and always will be Ring of Fire. It’s a bittersweet reminder…” He trails off, not completing his thought.
Shaking his head, he changes the subject before I can ask what he means, but I’m pretty sure I can read between the lines.
“Get dressed up, Charlie. Tonight, we’re going out. Just you and me. And my fucking castless left arm,” he grins, raising it up in the air one last time. I stare after him as he walks down the hall, leaving me alone to think about the upcoming night. Sure, we’ve hung out around the house together, but we’ve never gone out socially just the two of us, and at this point I’m not really sure what to expect.
A WHILE later, I emerge from my bedroom freshly showered and put together. I had no idea what Knox was planning when he said that he wanted to go out. I decided to keep it simple yet sexy. I let my hair air dry, so it falls in natural waves down my back, and I make sure the ever present hair tie is on my wrist in case it gets too hot later on. Heading down the hallway, I hear a low whistle when I enter the living room.
Knox is sprawled across the couch with ESPN on the television, but his eyes are only watching me as I enter the living room. Those gorgeous green irises make a hungry path over my body, where he takes in the green and brown sundress that covers my body—well, the important parts, anyway. It stops at mid-thigh, and I know I’m going to have to be careful getting in and out of the car. He eyes rest of my ample cleavage, and I immediately know that he’s a breast man. Thank the Lord for this latest push-up bra purchase, because his eyes are glued to them. His eyes then lower, and when he looks at my toned thighs, I swear he draws his bottom lip into his mouth, biting gently. Okay, breast and leg man. After a moment, his gaze finally reaches my face, and he smiles warmly.
“Ready to go?” he asks, standing up from the couch. I’m able to check him out as he walks into the kitchen to get his keys. He’s incredible sexy in the dark-washed jeans that fit his ass perfectly. The green button-up he has rolled up to his elbows complements his eyes, and I can’t get enough of him. My mouth’s gone dry at the sight, and I have to force myself to look away before he catches me staring.
“Yep, let’s go.” I wince as the words catch in my throat and he looks at me questioningly. Avoiding his eyes, I grab my purse off the table by the door and make my way outside. I head towards my car as he locks up, but when I go to get inside, I hear him yell my name. Still standing on the porch, he gestures for me to come back to him. When I do, he dangles a set of car keys from the tips of his fingers.
“You’ve played chauffeur long enough. It’s my turn to take you for a ride,” he says, shooting a sexy grin my way.
Shaking my head, I disagree, hating to burst his bubble. “Knox, you heard the doctor. You’re supposed to ease back into it. And under no circumstances are you supposed to drive while still on your meds.” I feel awful that I’m acting like his mom, but if he won’t follow the doctor’s orders, someone’s got to make him.
He frowns at me, and I prepare for the argument that’s about to ensue. I shouldn’t be surprised since it’s par for the course for us. “For your information, sweetheart, I started cutting down on them weeks ago, and I haven’t taken a pill since I got my brace off. I was tired of how they were affecting me.” He pauses to clear his throat. “I just stopped cold turkey. I’ve only had naproxen since then, and I’ve started weaning myself off that as well. I think I can handle driving for one night.”
How the hell did I miss that he’d stopped taking his med
s? Racking my brain, I realize I never did see him take them. I guess I just assumed that he did, and since we don’t share a bathroom, I haven’t seen the state of his pill bottle. Thinking back on it, I have noticed a slight shift in his personality over the past couple of weeks, and I have to wonder if the meds were part of the reason he was so gruff when we first met. Pushing the thought aside, I decide to give in since this is his night.
“Okay, Knox. But you better not have a lead foot after having not been able to get behind the wheel for so long.”
Grinning at me, he grabs my hand and leads me to a detached garage that I’ve never been in. Leading me through the door, I gasp when I see his ride. A sleek black classic Mustang sits inside. Aside from the color, it’s the spitting image of Eleanor, the car from Gone in Sixty Seconds. I’ve been wanting her ever since I saw that movie when I was fifteen years old.
I don’t even realize that I whisper her name until Knox’s voice echoes in the garage. “What’d you say?” he asks as I walk towards the car and gently slide my fingers over her hood.
Turning towards him, I can’t contain my awe. When I was a kid, I loved going to custom car shows with Dad, and I was always drawn to the classic Mustangs. I’m kind of freaking out that I’m about to ride in one.
“You have Eleanor!” I squeal, unable to contain my excitement. I can’t believe she’s been sitting out here so close to me this whole time.
Chuckling, he leans his ass against the hood, and it’s all I can do not to tell him to take his ass off the car. “Actually, she’s Evelyn, but close enough. I’m kind of shocked you see the connection. No chick that’s ever been in my car has caught that.”
Shrugging, I know it’s probably because of Dad. “Single father. Tomboy. I was raised to love classic cars and classic rock.”
“Ah, Charlie Davenport, you may just be the girl of my dreams,” he teases, winking at me. Even though I know he’s joking, his words send a fluttering deep in my belly, and I pray I’m not blushing. Before I can respond, he motions for me to get into the car. I try to reel in my inner fan girl, but when my legs slide across the smooth leather, I’m in heaven. Leaning back against the seat, I close my eyes, taking it all in. I’m in Eleanor. Well, Evelyn, but still.
“Okay, sweetheart. I might just get a complex that you only like me for my car,” he teases, shooting me a wink. “If you can go the whole night without arguing with me, I may just let you take her for a spin.”
My eyes widen at his offer, and a wave of excitement washes over me. I’d do just about anything to get behind the wheel of this car. I know that I will be on my best behavior for the rest of the night. “You’re on.”
Smiling, he puts the car in drive and we hit the road. For the first time, I’m completely content and comfortable just being with him.
AFTER BEING off the pain pills for over two weeks, I can happily announce that my cock is fully functioning again, and it’s currently straining against my jeans. The way Charlie practically moaned the name Eleanor as she took in the sight of my car was fucking hot. I can’t call it anything other than auto-lust, and she was head over heels. Honestly, I was shocked that she knew anything about cars, but I’m beginning to realize that nothing about this girl should surprise me.
She spends the car ride checking out all the controls, and it doesn’t escape my attention the way she fingers the leather and then the gear shift. It’s hard as hell to look away when she’s palming it, her thumb rubbing over the shift knob, and yeah, my mind immediately goes into the gutter as I picture her doing the same thing to the head of my cock. Turning my attention back to the road, I turn the radio on and we make the rest of the drive in silence. It’s an unusually comfortable one.
When I pull up to the restaurant I decided on, she’s still messing with the controls on the car. I finally coax her out of the vehicle with promises to let her rev the engine later. As we’re walking into the Blackhorse Pub, I can’t help but place a hand on the small of her back as the hostess leads us to a booth in the corner. This feels suspiciously like a date, but I know it’s not. Hell, I can’t remember that last time I went on a date, and I probably wouldn’t even know how it works these days.
A cute waitress comes up to the table, flashing me her biggest smile while practically ignoring Charlie. Leaning in close, she relays all their crafts brews to me, and I want to shake my head. I have no idea why chicks do this, especially when the guy is with another girl. Newsflash: If I’m with a gorgeous girl who doesn’t look like my sister, I’m not going to give you the time of day, so back the fuck off.
Ordering a beer, I gesture towards Charlie, who’s watching me with amusement. A sweet smiles spreads across her face as she orders the same. We make small talk for a few minutes before our drinks arrive and the waitress asks for our orders.
“I’ll have the filet, medium, with mac ‘n’ cheese and asparagus,” Charlie tells her, and I have to suppress the grin that wants to spread over my face. I nearly order the same, and when the girl leaves us, I turn back to Charlie.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been out with a chick who’s ordered a steak. I mean, never.”
She laughs, and the sound of it does something to me. Not butterflies. Men don’t get those. But it’s something and it’s foreign and I don’t know how I feel about it.
“Yeah, well, I think we established a while ago that I’m not your type, so I can understand why a girl eating a real meal is unnatural for you. Besides, I’ll be sparring at the gym tomorrow and I need the protein.”
Umm, what the fuck? Sparring? She must see the look of confusion that crosses over my face. Taking a sip of beer, she raises her eyebrows and sends a cute smirk in my direction.
“What? You don’t think I can spar?” she asks, and I’m immediately drawn back to the girl-of-my-dreams thought I had when she first saw Evelyn.
I vaguely remember her saying something once about going to the same gym as Kale and Jace, which is a local boxing gym I also belong to. Once again, I wonder how I never noticed her before, but I try not to think too much about it. Before my deployment, Jace and I always went after our shifts and I guess we probably just never crossed paths. There aren’t many girls who come in and box and I know I would’ve noticed her.
“Oh, sweetheart, I know how you love to verbally spar, so I guess it only makes sense that you like to do it physically, too.”
Rolling her eyes, she sighs. “I don’t love to verbally spar. You just make it so damn easy. But yeah, I’ve been boxing since I was a kid. It’s not always easy finding a worthy opponent because the guys at the gym don’t like to hit me, especially with Dad watching, but Kale’s been pretty competitive. Jace mentioned that he goes there, too, but I’ve never seen him. I love doing it. It’s a rush and such a great way to stay in shape, especially with all the training.”
Yeah, it’s official. The girl of my dreams. You know, if I intended on actually settling down. It figures the universe would send the perfect girl to my doorstep, only to make sure that we can’t stand each other half the time.
“As soon as I’m cleared, I’ll box with you. I figure we’re equal when we get in the ring. I promise I won’t take it easy on you,” I tell her, secretly hoping to land her flat on her back, my body pressed against hers as I pin her down, even though we don’t exactly do that when we box.
“You’re on. Kale and Dad are the only ones I can get to take me seriously, and it’d feel good to kick your ass.” She grins before changing the subject. “Okay, Knox, there’s something I’m dying to ask.”
Oh fuck me. This night was going so well. The playful back-and-forth banter has actually been refreshing, and I’ve really been enjoying her company. Now I’m reminded why I don’t deal with chicks. There’s always something.
She’s look at me expectantly and I just nod, encouraging her to continue. Before she can speak, our food is delivered and she cuts into her steak immediately. She lets out a sexy moan as she takes the first bite.
“G
od, it’s been so long since I’ve had a good filet. I’ve been saving my money to get my own place, so a nice, juicy steak has been out of the question. This definitely hits the spot.”
Furrowing my brow, I’m confused because I’ve gotten used to having her around. We’re about halfway through the summer that Jace bet me to stay with her, and I already know I don’t want her to leave.
My hand reaches across the table and grabs hers. “Charlie, you don’t have to go anywhere. Seriously. This whole roommate thing is working out just fine. I have the room, so there’s no reason for you to leave just because I’m all healed up.”
Her eyes widen and she stares at me as if she’s trying to digest my words. A moment passes before she responds. “Are you sure, Knox? I don’t want to impose. Now that you can drive, you don’t really need me around anymore. I’d completely understand if you want me to move out sooner. I can stay with Dad until Lucy gets back.” She’s fingering the rim of her beer, not meeting my eyes.
When I lean across the table, my hand takes hold of her chin, moving her head up so she’ll look at me.
“Sweetheart, I really do appreciate all you’ve done for me. And…well, I’ve kinda gotten used to having you around, even if you’re a pain in my ass. I guess what I’m saying is I don’t want you to leave yet.”
Her beautiful brown eyes gloss over, and I’m praying that she doesn’t cry. Blinking a few times, she pulls away from my hold. Toying with the paper napkin on the table, she takes a few moments before she returns my gaze.
“I’d like that, Knox,” is all she says, and it’s just enough.
We return to our meals, talking about less serious subjects. She’s curious about Jace and Lexi’s relationship. I tell her what I know, but it really isn’t all that much. The waitress drops off the check, and I am about to pay when I remember that she was about to ask me something.
“What was it that you were dying to ask, Charlie?” I ask, reminding her of whatever was on her mind before she had a foodgasm and forgot.