We all gave him our laters, but it was only me who looked at Knox with big, what’s-up-with-Roam-and-Alice eyes.
Knox’s lips hitched up and he shook his head.
I didn’t know if that meant “not now” or “not ever.”
We would see.
Those in for the long haul settled in, the rest of us wandered to our respective units.
Knox and I did it after we stopped to give Alexis a hug. I also gave Jacob a hug, but Knox and Jacob slapped each other’s biceps so hard, I figured they’d bruise.
After that, me with my guy who had my dog cradled in his arms while I had our scrapbook (somehow (magically?) Tod had pared our scrapbook down in the interim so Knox and I could peruse it without extraneous stuff getting in the way) headed up the stairs to my place.
When we were locked in, Knox put Jacques down and he trotted directly to the bedroom (with a quick stop to sniff his empty dog bowl and grab a half-hearted slurp of water). His trajectory was Knox’s or my pillow.
He’d be displaced. He always was.
But he never gave up.
I dropped the scrapbook on the kitchen bar and turned to my man.
“Does Lan have a thing for Joey…or is it Gemma?”
“No comment,” he replied.
Oh no he didn’t.
“Knox.”
“It’s not Gem, and that’s all I’m gonna say about it.”
Seriously?
“Ugh!” I cried. “What is it with these guys? Why don’t they call the fucking ball?”
“Babe, just let it happen however it’s gonna happen.”
I had no choice.
But I didn’t have to like it.
I wasn’t a pouter, but I was feeling like pouting.
“Alice and Roam?” I tried.
“You gotta know what that’s about.”
Yeah.
I did.
If Roam went there, and it didn’t work, that could be cataclysmic for their family, so I could totally see the hesitation and even the decision never to take it there, no matter how much he was into her.
Knox called my attention back to him when he asked, “You freaked about your wedding book?”
“Our wedding book,” I corrected.
He grinned at me.
