Текст книги "Incinerate"
Автор книги: Tessa Teevan
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Chapter 6
Knox
I AM an asshole. That’s not a secret. And I’ve never hidden it or shied away from being who I am. So why do I feel so guilty for what I said to Charlie? I admit, I flew off the handle and made assumptions I shouldn’t have. The wave of jealousy that washed over me when I saw that text had me seeing red, which is fucking idiotic because I have no claim to her. I want no claim to her, but that damn slap did nothing to calm my raging dick. And although I should be happy that it’s working properly for the first time in weeks, I’m irritated as hell.
I’ve been sitting around the house trying to read this damn book to no avail when I hear a car pull in the driveway. Setting it down, I slowly rise from the chair and make my way outside to try and wave the white flag, hoping to salvage some part of this working relationship.
She has her head in the trunk when I approach her. “Need some help?” I ask, causing her to stand up so quickly that her head smacks the trunk door.
“Mother fucker!” she yells, her Southern twang coming out as she rubs the spot on her head where she collided with the metal. “Dammit, Knox! Don’t sneak up on someone when they’re in an unfamiliar place and not paying attention.”
Wincing, I do something I never do—I apologize. “Sorry, Charlie. I thought you’d hear me approaching. Umm, can I help?”
She looks at me, scoffing, and instantly I can tell that time does not make Charlie Davenport cool off quickly. “And have you exacerbate your injuries on the first day I’m supposed to be helping you? Yeah, no, thank you. This is already going to be a long enough assignment, but I’ve never backed away from one and I’m not going to start now. As for the groceries, I can get them myself.”
I can feel my jaw tense as the frustration of being helpless washes over me. “I’m not a damn invalid, so don’t treat me like one. I still have one good arm. I think I can handle a fucking grocery bag,” I growl as I go to pick up a bag, but she intercepts it before I can grab it.
“No, Knox! You have multiple broken bones. You had surgery for Christ’s sake! Lay down your pride for one freaking minute and get over it. I think I can carry groceries without breaking a nail, thank you very much.”
Put in my place, I watch her for a few moments as she goes to gather up the grocery bags I distracted her from when I made her hit her head. When I think she’s finally trusting that I’m letting her do this on her own, I swoop in and grab the last two out of the trunk with my good arm. She notices at the last minute, and she moves in to grab them from me. The way she comes at me has her swinging the other bags towards my body, and my torso bears the brunt of the impact. It catches me off guard, and I begin to lose my footing.
Time feels like it’s moving in slow motion as the realization that I’m about to kiss the concrete washes over me. I can see Charlie’s eyes widen, and she drops the bags in her hands and crosses the few feet between us, her arms wrapping around me as she tries to stop me from falling. She’s too late though, and I end up bringing her down with me as my arms clumsily and involuntarily wrap around her body.
Fortunately, I land on my ass, but I’m shaken and suddenly I’m lying down, flat on my back on the concrete, with Charlie still in my arms. My eyes closed during the fall as I prepared for the worst, and I still have them shut, silently praying to God that I didn’t just fuck myself up even more.
The thought that Charlie was right about just letting her do it crosses my mind, and I realize that her warm body is on top of mine. Her soft, ample breasts are pressed firmly on my bare skin, and I can feel the hardening of her nipples against me. The brace is in the way of our stomachs, but her pelvis is lined up right with my groin and fuck me if I’m not getting a semi right now. I realize that I haven’t take my pain medication since yesterday morning, and I’m amazed how one day off the stuff is already helping my erection-making abilities. Sure, I’m not rock hard and I know it’s going to deflate in two-point-five seconds, but it’s still more than I’ve felt in weeks. I’d vow to never take them again, but I’m already feeling the effects of not taking them, and this fall isn’t going to help the pain go away.
My ribs are killing me, yet I can’t help but be turned on by this girl’s tight and toned body lying on top of me, no matter the circumstances. Her hands brace against my chest, and I groan at the contact. She mistakes it for discomfort, which, sure, is partly the reason, but I love the feel of her hands on my skin. It’s been forever since a woman’s touch excited me, and I don’t want her to move away. Unfortunately, she sits up, a worried look on her face as she looks me over.
“Oh my god, you fucking idiot! Are you okay? Did you hurt anything? Oh Jesus, fuck, shit, fuck, do we need to go to the emergency room?” she asks, one question after another as her hands roam over me, inspecting every inch of my body. Almost every inch, that is.
As her hand moves over my chest, I grasp her wrist. “I’m fine, Charlie. My pride hurts more than anything, and I might be a little sorer than usual tomorrow, but I’m okay, I promise.”
She sits up, but her legs are still straddling my waist as she looks down on me. I can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks, even with the pinched pissed-off expression she’s giving me right now. Her dark brown hair is still in the long braid she had earlier, but strands have come loose and are framing her face. I want nothing more than to pull out the tie holding it in place so I can watch it fall down her shoulders and onto her sweet tits. The same ones that are directly in front of my face, swelling with every breath that she takes, and my cock twitches at the memory of them pressed up against me. Jesus, I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me, but I want this woman more than I’ve wanted anyone in the longest fucking time. I know I can’t—I shouldn’t—go there. Hell, with the way my dick is having massive bipolar disorder right now, I know I definitely can’t go there right now, no matter how hot she is and how badly I want to make a move.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she whispers, the chocolate morsels in her eyes shimmering as she looks down on me, a curly tendril falling out of her braid and onto her face.
Without thinking, I reach my hand up and brush the hair behind her ear. Fuck. I don’t know if it’s this girl or the fact that I haven’t felt a woman’s warmth against my skin, but she’s driving me crazy. Our gazes are locked, and if it weren’t for this damned brace, I’d be leaning up to kiss her lips right now. I apparently lose my mind, using my right arm to pull her down to me since I can’t lean up towards her. My hand grips the back of her head and I lead her in the direction of my mouth. She’s centimeters away from my face when she suddenly jerks out of my embrace and pushes herself off of me.
Standing up, she gives me a dirty look. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you seriously think I’m some swooning girl that wants nothing more than to be in your bed?!” She starts scrambling on the driveway, gathering up the groceries and trying to get them back into their bags. She’s muttering to herself, and I swear I hear terms such as “pigheaded,” “assface,” and “insufferable jerk.”
What the hell? I know she was looking down at me, just waiting to be kissed. I could see it in her eyes. Where the fuck did I get my wires crossed? Shit, maybe my brain did get a little scrambled when I hit the concrete, because I’ve never—not even with Megan—acted so erratically with a chick, and it’s beginning to piss me off.
I have to roll onto my stomach and get up on my knees, where I brace myself against the car in order to stand. “Umm, a little help here?” I ask, causing Charlie to gape at me.
She places her hands on her hips and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Help? Hmm, five minutes ago you seemed to think you were just fine all on your own. I’d hate to hurt your pride, Rugged Man. I’m sure you can figure it out all on your own.” With that, she gathers up the bags and heads inside, leaving me to wonder, Who the hell is Rugged Man?
WHEN I finally get on my feet and make my way inside, Charlie’s busy in the kitchen putting away the groceries. I head straight to the freezer and grab an ice pack out of it because my ass is killing me. Sitting down at the kitchen island, I place the pack under my ass. She notices and smirks at me.
“That’s what you get for being a jackass, jackass.”
“Hey, I’m an injured guy. Have some sympathy,” I say, giving her my biggest puppy-dog eyes. I know the ladies can’t resist the sea green color of my eyes, but Charlie takes one look at me and rolls her own.
“It’s your own damn fault. You’re like every other stubborn-ass man out there. You think you’re invincible and too prideful to accept a helping hand. Newsflash: You can’t do it all on your own, and whether you like it or not, I’m here to help you. So get used to it.”
Now I’m starting to get pissed off. This girl doesn’t know a damn thing about me. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I know more than anyone that I’m not fucking invincible. I think I’m bearing the scars, dealing with the wounds of that. For your information, I got fucking blown up by a goddamn bomb. My best friend damn near lost his leg and three other guys also suffered injuries. Did you not hear Cohen this morning? I was in a coma. I could’ve died any second that I’d lain in that hospital room. So, no, Charlie, I don’t think I’m invincible, and until you’re in my shoes, you have no room to judge me.”
Charlie stops what she’s doing and walks towards me until she’s standing directly across from me on the other side of the island. She places both of her hands on the counter, and her eyes bore into mine. “You’re right, Knox. I’ve never been in your shoes, and I never will be. I don’t expect to know what you went through, and I can’t even begin to understand how you’re feeling. How it felt waking up in the hospital, seeing Jace in his cast, or even reliving the bomb blast over and over again since it happened. You’re right. I’ll never experience that, and I’m sorry as hell that you did. But I did grow up with a father who came home every night after treating injured soldiers. Without him having to say anything, I knew when he lost someone on the table. I’ve been an Army brat my entire life. I’ve said goodbye to friends at the airport and had them come home by way of Dover in a flag-draped casket. Loss doesn’t just happen for you guys. It happens for the rest of us, too. Maybe not on the same level, but it still hurts like hell. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand that you aren’t invincible, because if any civilian can understand that, it’s me.”
I’m a loss for words, because for one, I’m not used to a girl holding her own with me, and this woman has done nothing but go toe-to-toe with me. And two, I had no idea her dad was in the Army. I swear, I stick my foot in my mouth more times than I’d like to count with this girl and the reminder of her earlier suggestion comes to mind, but my foot is going nowhere near my ass. Shuddering, the memory of that sorority girl sticking her finger in that place makes me cringe. Sure, I know some guys are cool with that and they like it, but I swear my cock deflated the moment she touched me there. Never fucking again.
“Look, Knox, we’re clearly incompatible. We’ve done nothing but piss each other off today—although I’ve certainly done nothing wrong. My very presence seems to irritate you at times. I’m going to make you some dinner and then get out of your hair for the night. Let’s just agree to be civil towards each other and this whole thing should work out just fine.”
Intersecting my fingers, I lean my elbows on the granite countertop. I actually disagree with her. I think we’re more alike than either of us realizes, and it’s causing us to butt heads. Deciding to wave the white flag on this one, I look directly at her as I respond.
“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I jumped to conclusions and I was out of bounds. I shouldn’t have said the things that I did.” Fuck me, this is the goddamn second time I’ve apologized to her in a single day and I don’t know why. I’m usually fine with pissing my women off. Not that she’s my woman. It’s just that for some reason I don’t like the thought of her staying pissed at me.
She watches me carefully as if she’s assessing the sincerity in my words, but then her brow furrows again and I want to groan. “No, Knox, you shouldn’t have. But even more than that, you shouldn’t have been snooping through my phone.”
Sighing, I know this conversation is going to go nowhere. I’m trying to apologize but she’s just going to continue to find fault in anything I say. The thing is, I know I fucked up, but this girl won’t give me any slack and it’s wearing on me. It’s easier just to give up and let her continue to think I’m an asshole. Hell, it’s probably better for both of us anyway.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have. We may be too different and we butt heads way too frequently. Let’s just do what we can to get through these next few weeks until Cohen comes back.”
She looks at me but I can’t read her face. “Fine. Perfect. Pretend I’m not even here,” she says as she turns her back towards me and moves to the stove, presumably to start dinner.
I sit on the stool for a few more moments, but she ignores me the entire time. I’m entertaining the idea of just telling her to have the organization send another volunteer, but the thought of having someone else show up tomorrow isn’t appealing, and I know she’s too strong to give up, even on me. Eventually I get tired of the cold shoulder and I leave the room without her even noticing.
LYING IN bed, I can’t stop thinking about how messed up this entire day was. After all, I’m stuck in this damn house with nothing but my thoughts, especially since my TV, computer, and book aren’t doing anything to drown them out. It’s really starting to piss me off how much this is weighing on me, because a girl hasn’t gotten under my skin in so long. Not since Megan, and we all know how that situation turned out. I still can’t fucking believe she showed up at the hospital. Thank God she hasn’t shown up at the house. She’s still so damn beautiful and it hurt to look at her when she came to visit me. If Lexi hadn’t made her leave, I have no idea what I would’ve done.
After Charlie brought me dinner into the living room earlier, she packed her stuff up and started to leave. I asked her to join me, trying to keep the peace, but she just shook her head and said that she’d see me tomorrow. Without even looking at me, she slipped out the door and was gone. Obviously she had no intention of accepting the offer of my olive branch, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Sure, she thinks she has some sort of idea of what it’s like to be a soldier, but just because you’re an Army brat doesn’t mean you know everything. Has she put her ass on line, gotten injured in the line of duty? Fuck no, and I’m beginning to resent that fact that she threw her daddy’s service in my face to try and make me feel guilty. That girl has no idea what it feels like to be laid up, to have a stranger have to come and take care of you. She has no fucking clue.
Getting up from the bed, I head to the bathroom so I can take my pain pills, knowing they’re the only thing that will help me get to sleep tonight. I’m still feeling the effects from that fall, and I still feel like an idiot for trying to act all macho in front of Charlie. In all her anger, she left before she could be remove the brace, and I don’t have the energy to try and get it off one-handed. I’ll have to suffer through sleeping in it. Deciding to stick it out in the recliner because there’s no way I’ll be able to lie comfortably on my bed with this thing on, I grab my book and head towards the living room.
It’s not long before the meds kick in and I start to nod off. The last thought on my mind is of Charlie Davenport, and I vow not to let her get under my skin any further, no matter how much of an asshole I have to be.
Chapter 7
Charlie
DRIVING AWAY from Knox’s place, I’m feeling guilty for biting his head off in the kitchen. He was actually right, not that I’ll admit that to him. I have no idea what it’s like to be in the military, to be injured by an unknown enemy, or to watch my friends be killed right before my eyes. Sure, I could tell the way that Dad was affected whenever he lost a patient, but he never went in depth to tell me what it was like. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that, I guess. Thinking back on it, I know I shouldn’t have lost my cool so quickly, but that near kiss was unnerving. He’s been hot and cold since the moment I met him at the bar, and I’ve never liked a roller coaster ride. After assuming I wanted to sleep with him and then his trying to kiss me, the bitch in me came out in full force.
Deciding that I need someone to talk to, I head towards Dad’s house. If anyone can give me insight on how to deal with someone like Knox, it’ll be him. I pull into his driveway and grab the notes I took out of my briefcase before making my way to the house. Ringing the doorbell so he knows I’m here, I step inside just in time to see him walking into the living room looking nice in a pair of black dress pants and a long-sleeved button-up green shirt. He looks surprised to see me, and I shrug my shoulders, knowing he’s wondering why I’m here. I cross the room to give him a hug.
“Wow, Dad. You clean up nicely. Hot date, tonight?” I tease, and his face turns red. “I was just kidding, but is that a blush on your face?!” I laugh as the red deepens. “Oh come on, Dad. You can tell me.”
He walks into the kitchen and I follow him, sitting down at the table in the corner of the room. Grabbing two beers from the refrigerator, he sits down next to me and takes a long swig from his bottle as he hands me the other.
“It’s just dinner with a friend, Charlie,” he says, not looking at my face.
I don’t care if it’s a date or dinner with a friend. I’m just happy at the thought of my dad getting out of the house and spending time with a woman in any capacity. “Is it a lady friend?” I ask, wanting to get as many details out of my tight-lipped father as I can.
He runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit, and for the first time I notice that it’s a little longer than usual. He’s been fortunate to maintain a full head of dark brown hair without a gray in sight. He always liked to joke that I should’ve had him going full-on gray by the time I was fifteen.
“I’m having dinner with a Dr. Branch. You remember her, don’t you?”
I’m racking my brain to place her, and I vaguely remember him introducing me to a woman with that name at the annual holiday party that the hospital puts on. “I think so, but I’d have to see her to remember her face. So it’s just a business dinner? Nothing more?” I can’t help my teasing tone, the nosy side winning out against the part of me that wants to leave him alone.
“It’s just two friends who enjoy each other’s company going out to dinner. If something comes of it, then so be it, but I’m just seeing how it goes.”
I lean across the table and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m happy for you, Dad. You deserve to have some fun.”
He smiles sheepishly. “So what brings you over here tonight?”
Sighing, I bring the papers to the table. “I had my first visit with my new assignment today. It was…well, interesting. I don’t know, Dad. I might not be up for this one.”
His brow wrinkles as he looks as me curiously. “Charlie Davenport, I’ve never known you to give up on anything. I’m sure it’s not that bad. What’s the problem?”
I launch into the story, leaving out certain details, such as the massive erection Knox was sporting and the way he almost kissed me. I mostly discuss the way his mood seems to shift so easily and how upset he got when I mentioned his pride.
Dad takes a drink of his beer and looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “Here’s the thing, Charlie. These are guys who are used to taking care of themselves and their fellow soldiers. He’s probably not used to being stuck on the sidelines, sitting at home, day after day after day. It must be killing him not to be in the gym, not to be training with his buddies, and he’s probably feeling cabin fever being stuck at home.”
His words make too much sense, but I’m not ready to feel any sympathy. “I know, Dad, but he’s nice one second and a grump the next. And then he’s apologizing before I can even process being angry. It’s up and down, back and forth, and in one day I already feel the whiplash from it.”
Dad smiles at me, his eyes shining, and I love that I can talk to him about anything. “I know, honey, and it’ll probably be this way for a while. The pain medication can mess with your emotions and moods. And the helplessness and loneliness can do a number on an injured patient. I know you’re damn stubborn, but try and be patient with him. It sounds like he needs it. And if it gets to be too much, take out your frustrations in the ring, okay?”
I know that he’s right, and for more than the first time, I’m thankful Dad introduced me to kickboxing as a kid. After realizing what a stubborn kid I was, he was very adamant that I found a way to channel my anger and annoyance in a positive way. We’ve been scrapping together for nearly twenty years, and we have a standing boxing date every Sunday at the local boxing gym where many soldiers frequent. I’ve tried to drag Lucy with me, but she refuses to get her pretty face bruised and sticks to the regular gym where we take yoga classes together. I’m stuck sparring with guys at the gym who try to take it easy on me. It wasn’t until they saw Dad and me beating the crap out of each other that they finally started treating me like an adversary instead of a wilting flower, but Kale’s still the only one who comes at me full force.
Finishing my beer, I stand to leave. “Thanks for the advice, Dad. I’ll try to be more patient with him. Will you be at the gym tomorrow, or are you having a late night?” I ask him, wiggling my eyebrows up at him, causing him to blush.
He shakes his head, chuckling at me. “I’ll be there, Charlie. No doubt about that.”
Leaning over, I give him another kiss on the cheek. “Love you, Dad. Have a good time tonight. You deserve it.”
“Thanks, honey. I love you, too. Remember that when I kick your ass tomorrow.”
Laughing, I give him one last smile and I leave the house, feeling much better than before. Wade Davenport is the best man I’ve ever known, and I hope Dr. Branch realizes that. For both their sakes.
IT’S BEEN three days since that weird first day with Knox, and it’s no less awkward than it was when I left Saturday evening. Dad and I sparred the next day, and I know I was a little more intense than normal. He seemed tired, and I was curious as to how his date was. I didn’t want to push it, so I decided to let him tell me when he’s ready. I just kicked, jabbed, and even got in one good uppercut before he was ready to call it quits.
I’ve been to Knox’s place every day since then, but we’ve barely interacted. When I showed up on Sunday after working out with Dad, he frowned at the bruise that was forming on my cheek from a jab I hadn’t blocked, but he only opened the door to let me in, not saying a word. Since then, we’ve only talked when necessary, and it hasn’t escaped my attention that he still hasn’t asked me to put the lotion on his back. I felt bad that I’d forgotten, but I wasn’t bringing it up if he wasn’t going to.
I’m pulling up to his house, ready to take him to a doctor appointment. I know he’s wishing that he’s going to get the okay to stop wearing the brace, and I’m hopeful for him, too. Maybe that’ll put him in a better mood. Although he hasn’t asked about the lotion, the evil part of me hopes he isn’t quite done with it yet. Cohen promised I’d get to rub lotion on his skin, and I inwardly cringe as I realize that I sound like freaking Buffalo Bill. “It rubs the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again.” What the hell, Charlie? I think to myself as I shake the thought out of my head. Am I really quoting a fictional serial killer from Silence of the Lambs as I imagine rubbing my hands over his body? God, help me. If I start to discuss the delectable pairing of a Chilean Malbec with the juicy part of the brain, please find the nearest looney bin and drop me at their front door.
I exit the car and make my way up the front porch steps. I’m about to knock on the door when he opens it.
“Been waitin’ for you all damn day, sweetheart,” he informs me as he impatiently taps his fingers against the doorjamb.
Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to check him out, because all I’ve seen him in since Saturday is a pair of basketball shorts and his brace, which he’s currently not wearing. “Sorry, Your Majesty, but I do have a job that requires me to show up and, you know, put in eight hours of work. That’s why Cohen scheduled your appointments for the afternoon.” I glance down at my watch and realize that, if we don’t get out of here soon, we’re going to be late. “Would it have killed you to have gotten dressed before I got here?”
I brush past him and head back towards his bedroom and into his closet. Hearing him behind me, I don’t turn around. Instead I start looking for an acceptable shirt he can slip on to go with his shorts. Finally, I decide on just a simple green t-shirt, not purposely choosing it so it matches his eyes or anything. Yeah, right.
When I turn around, I spot him sitting on the edge of his bed, watching me. I throw the shirt at him. “Here, put this on.” The shirt hits him square in the chest and falls into his lap. With my hands on my hips, I want impatiently, but he just sits there, still watching me.
“Umm, sweetheart, I could use a little help here,” he informs me, holding out his broken arm to show that he might need some assistance. Oh come on. He can’t honestly expect me to believe that he can’t get a t-shirt around his cast. Sighing, I cross the room to him and grab the material from him.
“This might be easier if you stand up,” I tell him, and he complies silently. Even at my five foot eight, he still stands about half a foot taller than me, so I climb onto his bed, standing up on it. He moves closer so I can help him. After I instruct him to hold his arms out, he complies as I place the open sleeve over his broken arm and feed it up past his cast. Putting his good arm through the other sleeve, I easily slip it up and over his head. It gets caught on his ear, so I have to yank down, causing him to curse. I can’t help the smirk that spreads over my face as I pull the t-shirt the rest of the way down, my fingers lingering on the skin as I cover it. He scowls at me, and before I know it, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him so we’re chest to chest.
“I have to admit, Charlie, I’m used to women undressing me. Not the other way around. But I think I can get used to you doing this for me, especially if you keep looking at me like it pains you to cover me up,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling me as his words send a shiver down my spine.
Pulling back from him, I glare. “I was no—” He cuts me off my placing a long finger on my lips.
“Whatever you want to tell yourself, sweetheart,” he says, grinning at me. What was it that I called him? Oh yeah, an arrogant cockbag.
“Excuse me for trying to be helpful. And stop calling me sweetheart! I have a name, you know.”
He just keeps grinning at me, and I swear that in three days’ time he’s learned how to push every single one of my buttons. Huffing, I clamber off the bed and leave the room with him trailing behind me. When we get to the living room, I remember that he needs his brace, so I run back to his room to get it. He scowls but allows me to fasten it on him.
“Get your shit. You’ve wasted enough of my time and I’m not going to make you late to the first appointment that I’m supposed to take you to,” I snap, watching as he grabs his wallet and keys.
He locks up the house, and it isn’t until we’re in the car and on the highway that I begin to smell the sweat on him. Wrinkling my nose, I look over at him only to find him staring out the window.
“Umm Knox?”
He turns to look at me, and the serene look on his face catches me off guard. Like he’d been lost in his thoughts and I just pulled him away from something special. His eyebrows rise as he waits for me to continue.
“Have you showered since your brother left?” I ask, feeling like a jerk the moment the words escape my lips.
His brow furrows as he looks at me. “It’s not exactly easy getting dressed, undressed, and into the shower with my cast and brace, Charlie. I can do sponge baths, but that’s about it. I’m doing the best I can.”
I clear my throat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. I’m watching the road ahead, but I can feel his gaze on me. “You know, umm, I can help, if you want. Cohen told me how to wrap your arm, so seriously, any time you want, just let me know. I have no problem making sure that you’re fresh and clean.”
I glance over at him, and a smile lights up his face. “Okay, Andre 3000. After we get back from the doctor’s office, you can get me naked and into the shower so that I can smell nice and manly for you.”
“Andre 3000? Seriously?” I ask, and he grins at me, launching into the Outkast song “So Fresh, So Clean.” Honestly, the thought of getting him naked and in the shower has me both salivating and shaking, but if it’ll help him out, I guess I don’t mind lending a helping hand. Maybe it’ll brighten his demeanor a little bit if he’s feeling refreshed, relaxed, and well…a little less smelly.
As we pull up to the doctor’s office, Knox sobers and stares at the building before he exits the car. “I’m so fucking ready to be done with this shit,” he says, not exactly to me, but more to himself.
“How many appointments have you had?” I ask him, because other than the initial conversation we had, he’s never talked to me about his injuries, the coma, or what he’s been doing since he was released from the hospital.
