To the Stars (Thatch #2)(20)



Knox.

A wide smile spread across my face when I saw him standing up from one of the chairs in the corner of the shop. He quickly stepped around the other chairs filled with people he’d been sitting with and walked up to grab me in a hug that seemed to last forever—and not nearly long enough. It had been almost three weeks since I’d seen him, and while I noticed the feeling of rightness that only came with being near Knox, and how it felt like I was finally whole again, I loved that it still somehow felt like we’d never been apart.

He released me enough to cup one of my cheeks in his large hand, and just stared at me for a few seconds before saying anything. “God, look at you.”

I was positive I looked like a drowned rat. But with the awe in his tone, and the way his dark eyes were moving over my face, I felt like I’d never looked more beautiful.

“Well, I guess this is one way to get around only seeing each other once or twice a month.”

Knox smirked. “Less than a year, and then there’s nothing keeping me from you.”

“We’ll see if you still feel that way when the time comes,” I teased, and pressed my body closer to his.

He didn’t find it funny. His smirk fell and his dark eyes held mine. “I’m still waiting for you; nothing’s going to change that.”

“And you’re still wasting your time.”

His eyes danced at my words. We both knew they held no weight anymore; they hadn’t for a long time. “Never.”

I smiled and glanced over to where he’d been sitting; my lips fell when I did. I faintly nodded in the direction of the girl glaring at us. “Are you sure about that?”

Knox’s brow furrowed, and he turned his head enough to look at the group of people he’d been with. He was rolling his eyes when he turned back to me. “Not what you think, at least not for me. She’s from our sister sorority.”

I tried to move away from him, but he held me close. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. You know I would have told you. Are you busy?”

My head jerked back at the sudden change in conversation. “No . . . I was supposed to go study with a friend, but she got sick and left school early. I was just getting coffee on my way home.”

“Can you be gone a little longer?” When I just narrowed my eyes in suspicion at him, he dipped his head lower so our faces were only inches apart. “If I’m already seeing you, I’m not willing to give you up yet. Let’s go next door and grab some lunch.”

“You want to have lunch with me?” I said each word slowly, like I was trying to make sure I’d heard him correctly. It was rare if we did something away from my house, and even then, it was never date-ish. This would feel date-ish.

He shrugged. “I ran into you here. No harm there, right?”

I fought back a smile. I wanted to jump into his arms and tell him of course there was no harm in just having lunch, but I could feel the glare from the table he’d been sitting at. I sucked a breath through my teeth and chanced another glance at the girl. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said with a soft laugh. “I told you, there’s nothing there for me. And if choosing between people I see all the time, and the girl I love . . . Low, you know I’m going to choose you. Besides, I wasn’t even paying attention to them; I was thinking about you.”

“Sure you were, charmer,” I said teasingly.

Knox looked surprised that I didn’t believe him, but the look was quickly replaced by determination as he pulled out his phone. “Let me show you what I was doing just before you walked in.” Angling the phone toward me so I could see what had been pulled up, he brought the phone back to life.

I tilted my head and waited for him to explain what I was looking at as I glanced over what looked like a confirmation to an order. My gasp came less than a second before his answer.

“Setting up a delivery.”

I had no doubt my smile was embarrassingly big by the time we were facing each other again. “My flowers are coming soon?”

Knox shrugged. “I don’t know, are they?”

I rolled my eyes, but my smile hadn’t dimmed. “Okay, I’ll stay if you answer something for me.” One dark eyebrow rose as he waited. “How much do you love me?”

That perfect, crooked smile flashed at me before he dropped his forehead to mine and whispered, “To the stars, Harlow. Always to the stars.”

Present Day—Richland

“OKAY,” I FOUND myself saying. “But it can’t be long.”

“That’s fine, I’ll take whatever time you can give me.” The hand holding my arm slid to the small of my back, and Knox turned toward the little sandwich place near the coffee shop.

“I know you got married, but why didn’t you finish school?” Knox asked after we’d gotten our food and were sitting at a table in the corner of the little bakery. “I was under the impression that graduating was important to your parents.”

I wrapped my arms around my waist and stared at the table for a few minutes as I tried to figure out what I could say. I knew what he was hinting at with those words . . . I knew only because my dad had told me years ago. But to let on that I knew would lead this conversation in a place it couldn’t go. So what could I say about why I didn’t finish school? Collin graduated when I finished my sophomore year and refused to let me continue going to school wasn’t exactly something I could just tell people.

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