Worth It (Forbidden Men 6)

“Oh.” Knox seemed chagrined as he blushed and said, “Sorry.”

Not sure how to deal with his apology, Father scowled harder. “Well...”

A police cruiser pulled into the drive and around to the side of the house where we were.

“I’ll just let the sheriff deal with you,” my father announced.

The sheriff lectured Knox for a few minutes about trespassing and peeping Tom laws, but since my father had lost his indignant rage, the sheriff was disinclined to arrest Knox for anything, and he let him go with a warning.

I knew my relief was a little too obvious, but I was also pretty sure no one was paying any attention to me, so I just kept blowing out the breath of pent-up worry I’d been holding inside me.

When my brothers finally let Knox go, he immediately turned for the forest to leave, but the sheriff shouted at him, telling him not to enter the woods again. He escorted Knox home by making him sit in the back of his police car.

As I stared at Knox through the back window of the car, a shiver of dread worked through me. A bad feeling struck, like a foreboding premonition. I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d see him this way.

He must’ve felt the same awful omen, or maybe he just felt me watching him, because he lifted his face and finally looked at me. He looked so sad, I wanted to chase after the retreating police car, crying and screaming over the injustice of it. But I stood rigid, shaking on the inside and wishing I didn’t have to hide how much I loved him.

I was maudlin for the rest of the night. I woodenly followed orders, walking where I was supposed to walk and standing where I was supposed to stand, but not even my mother’s threats could get me to smile.

When the long, dreadful night was finally over, I slumped into my room and immediately slipped off the heels, which were killing me. The urge to pick them up and throw them as hard as I could against the wall rose, but I swallowed it down.

I felt so awful for what had happened to Knox, and even worse that I hadn’t reacted at all when he’d been treated that way. Shame filled me. I should’ve stepped in and defended him, or...something.

Slumping onto my bed, I stared down at my hands in my lap, wishing I could see him now.

When a sharp, small object snapped against my window, I yelped and jumped up from the bed, gaping at the glass.

Another pebble pelted it.

Catching my breath, I raced forward, knowing it was him. But I couldn’t see him through the dark until I opened the window all the way, stuck my head out, and he waved to me. Elation roared through me, quickly chased by fear.

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, glancing briefly behind me to make sure my bedroom door was still closed. “What’re you doing here? If anyone saw you—”

His white teeth gleamed through the dark as he merely grinned at me. “Meet me in the gazebo.”

“Knox.” I shook my head, still unable to believe he was here. “Don’t be insane. We’ll get caught.”

“And wear that dress.” Then he was gone, streaking across the yard in the direction of the gazebo.

I groaned out a breath, knowing it’d be safer for him if I stayed away. But the temptation got to me, and a full five seconds later, I was slapping the window closed and scurrying barefoot from my room. I tiptoed to the stairs and crept down. I could hear voices in the front parlor, so I held my breath as I snuck to the back hall and slipped out the kitchen exit.

Once I was free in the warm evening air, I exhaled and then grinned.

Knox was close, and I was going to get to see him.

The grass was damp against the soles of my feet, and it felt good. I almost laughed aloud, I was so happy. But that would’ve been bad, so I kept quiet until I reached the gazebo steps. Then I yelped out a scream as someone grasped my arms from behind.

Sure one of my brothers or father had followed me, I tensed, trying to think up a reason I had come out here. Maybe I’d left a hair barrette from earlier when we were taking pictures. Yeah. That sounded good.

But then the voice of my captor murmured, “Shh. It’s just me,” as he tugged me back against a familiar chest.

Relieved, I whirled around and hugged him tight. His mouth captured mine with a kiss that stole my breath and reignited the tingling between my legs that I’d felt earlier in the day, except it was sharper and more intense this time around.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I demanded when we broke apart.

“We ran out of bags; they let me off early.” He picked me up and carried me up, out of the moonlight and into the shadows of the gazebo. “Crazy girl,” he murmured into my ear before he kissed my pulse directly under it. “You’re not wearing any shoes.”

“How could I think of shoes,” I answered breathlessly, “when I knew you were so close?”