Page 23 of The Darkest Knight

“Your mom was sick?”

“Yeah, she had cancer, same as Angelina.”

“Sometimes it’s easy for me to forget…” She let her words trail off, not sure she should say what she wanted to.

He stopped at a red light and looked across the bucket seat at her. “Forget what?”

“That you came from money—that you have millions.” There, the words were out. She watched him closely, but he didn’t show any sign of anything.

“Actually billions.” One corner of his mouth slid up and the light switched to green and they were on the go again.

“Sorry, billions.”

“Rewind a bit. My family is worth billions. If it helps, I tend to forget myself.”

She watched his large hands grip the steering wheel and an awareness bubbled up in her lower stomach. Turning her gaze to the window, she watched an elderly man with a cane slowly make his way down the sidewalk. He lifted his hand and waved and she returned the greeting. “Were you the black sheep of the family?” She did it. She turned the conversation into his past which she was very curious about. Would he answer?

“We’re all black sheep. Pick up any tabloid and they’ll tell you so. The Knight brothers aren’t known for their sainthood.” He laughed and she felt as if she’d been given a precious gift. She could count on one hand how often he’d laughed since she’d met him.

Bringing her gaze back on him, she took in his profile. “So then, what are you and your brothers known for besides the obvious?”

“Beyond the label of spoiled brothers who adorn themselves with rich people, fancy suits, luxurious accommodations, and beautiful women, well, I’m sure we’re just like everyone else.”

She worked her bottom lip. “Wow, you’ve really strayed, haven’t you?”

“You got a problem with the digs?” He smoothed his hand down his T-shirt.

“No, not personally, but let’s face the facts, I wouldn’t peg you as the fancy suit, luxurious accommodations type, and yet, I must say I’m even more curious about the beautiful women. Is that where you and your brothers are alike?”

“Do you see any besides yourself?” He lifted a brow.

His words weaved their way straight into her bone marrow. He thought she was beautiful? She wasn’t the type to ever need validation from a man, but truthfully, knowing he wasn’t really handing her a compliment to gain in some way made him seem much sexier. Swallowing, she gained her equilibrium. After all, he didn’t appear ruffled at all at this revelation. “I haven’t seen any women yet.”

“I haven’t lived as a saint by a long shot, but I’ve become quite the loner these days and, to be perfectly honest, I like it. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much of a date.” He stopped at the last light. “Now it’s my turn. What about you Reese Shane?”

“What about me?” Why were her hands turning clammy?

“What would the chapters of your book read like?”

“I’m afraid that’s a short story. What you see is what you get.” She shifted and sweat beaded her forehead.

“You said you don’t have a boyfriend, but that makes no sense. “

“Does it need to make sense?”

“Yeah, it does. There was someone, right?”

She wasn’t used to talking about herself, but if she ever planned to ask Seth another question and get an answer, she would need to maze her way through her own answers. “Yes, there was.”

“But it didn’t work out because you ended it?”

Resisting the urge to shift again, she concentrated on her breathing. “I had changed and made the best decision for Brandon as well as myself.”

“So, you were looking out for his best interest. Did he see it that way?”

Green light and they were moving again, but slow and she had a feeling he was driving unhurried for a reason. “I think he decided he found his life too precious to stay in the relationship.”

Seth turned the truck into a parking lot and swung into a space between two cars, shutting off the engine. “Now we’re getting somewhere. What happened?”

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