The scenery was fabulous.
And I had a feeling that my day was going to continue to get even more interesting as long as I didn’t try to pull him away from his imaginary world too quickly.
But luckily for Knox, I was very patient.
Chapter 3
Knox
Shit.
As my pen stopped moving on the page, I realized what I’d done.
I’d forgotten Rohan.
“I’m sorry.” I had no idea how long I’d been making notes for the story, but I had a full page of them and he was reading something on his phone.
So at least a while?
Rohan looked up, but he didn’t look mad and he wasn’t even frowning at me. “You finished jotting down your ideas?”
Why wasn’t he at least frustrated?
Did he have one of those problems where he didn’t keep track of time well?
Had he forgotten why we were here?
Did he really want to be a bouncer for the mob that badly?
If he was hoping for that as a new career path—hadn’t he said he’d lost his job recently—I wasn’t sure how long he’d stay helping me.
And I needed help more than the mob did...but both of us couldn’t lose track of time because then nothing would get done and that was a problem I was already having.
“Yes.” I wished that would’ve been enough but communication was key in any relationship. Especially one where I wanted him to do dirty things to me.
He might even be able to help me out with Teddy’s book if he really wasn’t seeing anyone else.
“But I’m going to need you to explain why you’re not at the very least frustrated with me?” I realized that might not beenough information when he flashed me a grin. “Because, well, you should be. I was rude.”
Maybe he didn’t know that was what he was supposed to be feeling?
I was better with imaginary people than real ones, so I wasn’t sure if this was a him problem or a me problem.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “I knew the risk I was taking when I gave you an idea for a story. You had a notebook and weren’t afraid to use it.”
That was a very good point.
Maybe it was his fault?
“You did give me a good idea.” I shrugged, feeling less anxious since it seemed to be a him problem. “And you kept pushing more details into it.”
Yep, his fault, not mine.
He lifted one shoulder and gave a vague nod. “You’re right. I like your stories and I want to see what’s going to happen with them, so I had a reason to be patient.”
He liked my books.
“I will do my best not to get distracted with my characters again while we talk.” That was a promise I thought I could keep, but I set my pen down just to make sure I didn’t get tempted. “We were talking about...about our trade.”
