Page 214 of Misrule
“I love you, too, Knox. As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop my feelings for you.”
Setting her on her feet, he bent and rained kisses on her face.
“You’re not going to be sorry, Roxanne.”
“I better not be,” she said as he nuzzled her neck.
He lifted his head and pulled away from her. “I have to show you something, sweetheart.”
She grinned. “I’m more than ready to see it.”
“Nothim,” he said with a chuckle, unbuttoning his shirt. “This.” He took the shirt off, revealing the black-ink outlines of a dragon that reached from shoulder-to-shoulder. On his arm were the makings of a full sleeve, although she wasn’t quite sure what it would be. He held up his hand and wiggled his ring finger. “I’m going to have my wedding ring tattooed here.”
“Knox, you don’t have to do all of that.”
He nodded. “I don’t but I want to. That’s the only way I can prove that I don’t look down on what you like.”
“What am I going to do with you? You’re just too much!” she said, overcome with joy and happiness.
He winked at her. “I’m enjoying myself spending time with the men. Val asks the stupidest questions. Outlaw is…Outlaw is the most logical person I’ve ever met. And Mortician likes to joke. They all have different ways to put you at ease. All unique to them.”
Listening to his words, Roxy knew she’d made the right decision. He was finally taking the time to get to know each of the men.
“If you want to learn to ride a motorcycle for yourself, then do it,” Roxy said, “but if you are doing it to impress me, you’ve got to stop. I don’t want you killing yourself.”
He chuckled as his cell phone started to ring. “I want to learn for both of us,” he told her with certainty and answered the call. “This is Knox Harrington.”
It must have been from a number he didn’t recognize.
The color dropped from his face and he gasped. “I’ll be on the first flight on,” he breathed out, then disconnected the call.
Roxy rushed to him and took his face between her hands. “What is it, Knox? What’s happened?”
“It’s Callie,” he whispered.
“Your ex-wife?”
Knox nodded. “She’s been killed.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Staring out the window in the back of the Uber, thoughts of Callie ran through Knox’s head. They’d met and married young. Maybe, their marriage had been doomed from the start. Neither of them had known what the hell they were doing and, with a newborn added into the mix not long after, it was a recipe for disaster. She was spoiled and…he swallowed…so was he. They’d wanted things their way, neither of them knowing the definition of the wordcompromise. Trivial arguments that seemed so important to win had just been a reflection of their age. When his work on the force began to interfere with their marriage, Knox put her first. It hadn’t worked. They still ended up divorced. She’d taken Grant across the country to Boston, her hometown.
“We’re here, sugar.” Roxanne’s quiet voice reached through Knox’s despair.
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Thank you for coming with me.”
She leaned in and gave him a tender kiss.
Opening the door, Knox slid out and then helped Roxanne to her feet. He didn’t know how his former in-laws would receive him, but, for the moment, Grant was in their care. Other than the fact that Callie had been killed, Knox knew nothing else.
Clasping Roxanne’s hand again, he walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long for the door to swing open, revealing Callie’s mother.
“Audra, I’m so sorry,” he said, releasing Roxanne and hugging the other woman. “What happened? How did she die?”
Audra stepped aside. “Come in.” She noticed Roxanne and blinked. “I’m Audra,” she said after a moment.
Roxanne held out her hand. “Roxanne.”
