Page 1 of Knot For A Moment

CHAPTER ONE

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SLOANE

Craig muttered a curse as the light turned red again. I checked my phone. “We have plenty of time before it starts.”

“We need to be there before it starts. We need to be therenow.”

His voice tipped into a growl, and I frowned. “Why?”

The silence persisted through the light going green, and us turning onto the boulevard where the concert hall was. “There’s something happening beforehand we need to be there for. That’s all I’ll say.”

I’d checked the concert listing, and there wasn’t anything on the schedule before it, so I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But maybe he was one of those guys who needed to be in the movie theater before all the previews started.

The concert, I was excited about. Sitting through it next to Craig? Less so.

It was our third date since I’d called him. Mostly because he was familiar, decent in bed, and watching Petra and her pack brought on a loneliness I couldn’t bear, even though I was happy for her.

I glanced over at him, noting the tension in his hands on the wheel. The reason I’d let our first situation—friends with benefits and nothing more—fizzle into nothing, was this. He’d become a little too much.

Frankly, I was already over it this time. He’d insisted on dates instead of just falling into bed. Which was fine, but this was the end result. He got frustrated with little things and it was exhausting. Even when we were meant to do something fun.

Still, there were worse guys. I could deal with frustration for a few decent orgasms, and a concert by my favorite composer.

The light finally changed to green, and Craig pressed on the gas hard enough to shove me back into the seat.

A text from Petra came through.

BEE ??

I’m still fucking jealous, for the record.

SLOANE

I’ll think of you the whole time.

BEE ??

??

I jerked against the seatbelt painfully as he slid into a parking spot. “Come on, Sloane. We’re going to be late.”

We weren’t. There was still half an hour until the show started. The restaurant had been busy and running behind, so we were later than he wanted. We weren’tlate.

Craig shoved the car door open and got out. I barely had time to get out on my side before he locked it, the beep echoing down the city street.

Good luck that there had been parking. If he was this agitated right now, I didn’t want to see him circling the block waiting for an open space.

“Wait, please, these shoes are a nightmare.”

They were hot as fuck, which was why they were on my feet, but they were a ‘sit and let people come to you’ type of shoe.

Craig waited, hands jiggling in the pockets of his suit pants, until I got myself untangled from my purse and onto the sidewalk. Then he turned and started walking toward the concert hall, barely slowing at all.

“Craig.”

“We’re already late, Sloane. I don’t want to hear it.”

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