Page 42 of Knot What I Expected

“Um... working?”

The way she says it makes it clear she thinks I’m a fucking idiot.

Maybe I am.

Because I know she’s working. What I want to know is why she’s working.

Why here? Why tonight?

Why is she doing this after spending the entire fucking day on her feet at The Joint?

Before I can demand an answer, the asshole at the bar decides he has a death wish.

“Excuse me, buddy, but I’m talking to the lady here.”

My head turns slowly.

Lady.

Yeah.

I fucking know who he’s talking to.

Gabriella.

My Honey Girl who isn’t actually my anything.

Fuck.

The male lifts one hand like he’s going to touch me.

Big mistake.

Monster surges forward so violently my skin tightens over my bones.

Threat.

I don’t move.

Don’t growl.

Don’t have to.

I just look at him.

His hand stops in midair.

Recognition flickers across his face.

Not because he knows me.

Because he knows what I am.

Monster.

The realization comes a second later when I breathe him in properly.

Fuck.