Page 72 of Caught from Behind

Because Knox takes my phone—which has been buzzing with displeased texts and phone calls for the last couple of hours.

I haven’t talked to my dad since our fight.

And he’s made his displeasure very clear.

I was going to deal with it—with him—once I was alone in my room.

“Best of five,” he mutters, tossing me a controller. “And then you’re going to call my sister and tell her about the wedding plans?—”

I snort as I recline back on the bed. “—you said you want me to look after your sister, right?”

Knox underhands me a beer and plunks down next to me. “She needs a handler.”

“Well,” I say, popping the top, “then don’t do anything to fuck up that careful handling, yeah?”

He frowns.

I elaborate. “Your sister makes it hard enough to get close to her?—”

Knox’s gaze flies to mine.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “She’s really good at that.”

“Well, I’m going to change that.”

His mouth ticks up. “Never doubted it for a moment.”

I smirk at him, but I’m still ready to change the subject.

Especially with my phone still buzzing on the dresser.

We play our best of five—Knox, the competitive fucker taking three rounds of the first-person shooter game to my two—before I head out to check on my woman.

I call, expecting to hear her sexy voice pick up.

But it just rings and rings until it goes to voicemail.

Maybe she’s still with Nova.

I shoot her a text.

You awake, chérie? I was hoping to talk.

I wait five minutes. Ten. And I do it scrolling through my dad’s messages, deleting the voicemails, less than thankful for the transcription feature to give me the context of them without hearing his sharp words.

…played like garbage.

Need to pull your weight before…

I hit the button to video call her.

Still no answer.

She’s probably sleeping it off at Lake’s place, her and Nova having indulged in one too many mules.

I’ll catch her in the morning.

Sighing, I set my phone aside, push out of bed.

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