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The only person who could have done this who isn’t me is my very own dearly beloved asshole.
Knight’s words from the restaurant about what he does for work come back to me. He said he acquires properties and fixes them up.
Funny how those words had seemed ominous at the time and piqued my suspicion, and even after all that’s happened between us, it wasn’t until just now that I figured it out.
Thisis what owning 90% of Sunset Cove means. And now I finally have some idea of what he wants with the place.
Before my next thought can take fruition, I bolt out of my chair and run to the courtyard.
The construction workers have rallied around the bay of benches, and the digger truck has started to dig. Sure, the bay looks awful, and it was first on my list to go, butIwanted to do it.
There are at least fifty construction workers milling around. Some are carrying planks of wood, others carrying tools. Some dressed in the full getup you’d expect to see a construction worker in, while others are shirtless.
Frantically, I look around for someone in charge—or Knight.
I spot a beefy-looking bald-headed guy wearing a yellow hazard jacket issuing instructions by the truck.
I’m about to rush toward him, but I stop short when a shirtless Knight walks by, carrying a huge plank of wood on his shoulder.
Seeing him would make me stop anyway, but seeing him looking like he walked off a Davidoff advert makes everything inside me come to an abrupt halt as if someone switched me off.
My eyes are glued to the god-like man walking before me, and I take in every inch of skin on show, along with the inky designs intricately tattooed on his torso.
A row of Japanese characters line the side of his waist, swirling with the tapered V of his hips. As he walks away and sets down the wood, a black fantasy dragon covering his entire back looks as if it’s growling at me as it soars into the sky.
When Knight straightens, I catch sight of the rigid muscles and the fine line of dark hair on his happy trail running right down through the waistband of his Levi’s and straight to his...
“Oh, my Lord,” comes Madison’s voice from my right.
“I agree. If God were a man, that is exactly what he’d look like,” Skye says dreamingly, walking up on my other side.
I was so lost in the vision of the man I didn’t even know that my friends had joined me. And still, I’m so sucked into him I can’t talk.
I’ve always seen Knight dressed up with that polished businessman look, even in what might pass for casual for him. I would never have thought he could be a hot shirtless Levi’s guy with ruffled just-had-wild-sex hair.
“He has a brother, right?” Skye leans into me, brushing my shoulder. “They actually look like twins. Do you know if they look the same everywhere? Better yet, do you think you could introduce me?”
I snap my gaze to her, my face hot with rage and arousal and more rage because yes, I saw the brother—Jericho—and yes, he and Knight could be twins, but why in the hell would I know if he looks the same as Knight everywhere?
I don’t answer, and the look I give her tells her Ineverwill.
When I look back at Knight, he’s staring at me with a lazy, sexy grin that just makes him look more alluring.
“Hey, Goddess,” he calls out as if he calls me that in public all the time.
“Is that what he calls you?” Skye sounds as if she’s about to break out into a song.
I agree the endearment is definitelyendearing. It’s just coming from the wrong man. As I stare at him, I’m reminded of the devilish things in beautiful packaging analogy again. That sets me straight, and I’m able to forget how hot he is and focus on the fact that he’s about to ruin everything.
That thought moves me, and I march right over to him as if I have the fires of Hell on my heels.
When I reach him, his gaze slides over me with the menace of a fox, cunning and crafty. He knows what he did, and I’m within my right to be pissed.
“Knight.” I sound like my mother did that summer I drove her car in the river.
“Goddess.” He tilts his head like a Southern gentleman would when greeting a lady. But Knight Grayson is no gentleman.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
