Page 46 of Knot What I Expected

I force my attention back to the problem.

“You already worked today.”

Gabriella blinks at the abrupt change.

“What?”

“You worked at The Joint.”

“Yeah.”

“All day.”

Her expression turns wary.

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re here.”

She folds her arms across her chest.

Another mistake.

Mine this time.

Because all that does is push her breasts higher against that fucking shirt.

My gaze drops.

Fuck.

“Havoc.”

I look up.

“What?”

“My face is up here.”

“I know where your face is.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Gabby.”

“What?”

I lean across the bar. Close enough to smell her.

That warm, smoky September-morning scent floods my lungs, and Monster practically rolls over inside me.

There’s that other note beneath it too.

The one I can’t identify.

Secret.

Hidden.