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me take this before you catch pneumonia.”
    Sunny marched into the bathroom and wrung out the hat, folding it over the shower rod. She wondered why he wore it all the time because it covered up his beautiful black hair. It was probably the most boyish thing about him.
    She tossed her wet clothes in the bathtub and slipped into a pink nightgown that draped past her knees. Zoë used to tease her about her old-fashioned gowns, but she liked them, and Zoë had no room to talk with her sweats and frumpy shirts.
    “Are you staying at a hotel nearby?” she yelled through the open door.
    “No ma’am.”
    “Don’t call me ma’am unless you’re taking my order—and I like extra pickles on my burger,” she replied. “Can you put some coffee on?”
    Sunny dabbed the ends of her hair with a white cotton towel until the water was no longer dripping. She smiled when she walked into the room and saw Knox holding the coffee pot upside down, staring inside.
    “I take it you don’t drink much coffee?” Sunny took the pot from his hands. “Sit down and tell me how you know Zoë, I mean… Silver.”
    “Through Adam.”
    His eyes darted between her gown and her painted toes. She was a little confused as to why he avoided eye contact with her.
    “What exactly is up with that? Are they an item or something?”
    Knox laughed; it was throaty and rolled out like a long, suggestive caress that made her toes curl.
    “Doesn’t he wish? Romeo can’t seem to catch that fish.”
    “You rhymed,” she smirked. “That’s one fish who doesn’t want to be caught. He should cast out his line for another one because he’s wasting his time. She doesn’t trust men.”
    “What about you? Do you trust men?” Knox sat down and ruffled his wet hair with the towel.
    She slunk in the opposite chair and thought about it.
    “I love men with no strings attached. I just want the frosting, not the whole cake.” She glimpsed down at his hand, absent of a ring. “No wife?”
    A tight smile wound across his face, and he dropped the towel on the floor.
    “I’m not hitting on you. I’m just making conversation,” she lied. There was something about Knox that reeled her in, and she wanted to kick herself for playing twenty questions. He was the complete opposite of the men she found attractive. He looked as if he lived a rough life, yet even with his brutal features, she couldn’t stop looking at him.
    “Fuck no. Might as well castrate me, and I like my balls just fine where they are—firmly attached.”
    She dismissed men like him, and while normally that kind of vulgarity would put her off, Sunny found it refreshing that he was real with her. It had been ages since she knew what real felt like.
    ***
     
    What the fuck are you doing here? Knox thought to himself as he scratched the stubble on his jaw. He tried not to stare at Sunny in her satin gown, and almost blushed like a bastard when she walked into the room. She looked like a pink flower, and he breathed in lavender perfume mixed with rainwater.
    He would stay, politely drink his coffee, and leave.
    “Cream?”
    Fuck . “No, black is fine.”
    “You don’t talk much, do you?”
    She placed the steaming cup in front of him and his eyes brightened. He never liked the taste of coffee, but he appreciated the smell.
    “Do you hate women, or is it just me? I won’t be offended.”
    Knox took a long sip, not giving in to provocation. Some women were always looking for a fight. Through his peripheral, he watched her mashing the tips of her toes against the carpet as she stood beside him. Purple polish. He noticed.
    “I don’t want to frighten you—just watching what I say.”
    “You don’t scare me, and I don’t mind the way you talk. In fact, I kind of like it. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel…” She hesitated. “You put me at ease, and that’s saying a lot.”
    “I’m not the kind of man you need to feel comfortable with.”
    She squeezed a few drops of water from