Page 42 of Fighting Mr. Knight

His eyes narrow a fraction. “What are you doing that’s making you so busy?”

I’ll be answering my phone to all the guys you pimped me out to.

“Running. I’ve got a really intense training schedule for the marathon over the next few weeks.”

“Okay. No dinner. We can run together to not interrupt your schedule. I can come to your area.”

“I can’t focus when I’m running with other people. Perhaps best to leave it.”

His dark eyes burn into mine in silence for a heated moment. “That must make your running club awkward.”

Shit.I forgot I told him that.

“Fine,” he says in a measured tone, a slight tick in his jaw. “I guess I misread everything.”

He goes to walk away, then turns abruptly.

“What was last night? You were flirting with me. If you’re not interested, why?”

Feeling cornered, I go on the defence. “I’m a bridesmaid—we’re supposed to be nice to the guests. Maybe I wanted to make the other groomsmen jealous,” I blurt out.

His eyes blaze. I get flashbacks from the hot tub of when he fired the poor guys.

“I see,” he growls. “You did a fantastic job. Very realistic.” He turns then stops again. “By the way, Danny is not remotely interested in you, so get that out of your damn head.”

Mouth hanging open, I watch him storm off before letting me respond. Jerk!

“Bonnie,” a small voice calls from inside the car. “Get in.”

I pull open the door to the driver’s side and slump into the seat. “Did you hear all that?”

“Yup, although I must have heard it wrong because it sounded like you were blowing Jack Knight off. What the hell?”

I’m too tired to give her blow-by-blow details. “He asked me out last night when we were dancing. This morning I overheard him talking to some other guy about how he wasn’t interested in me, and then he gave the other guy mynumber.”

“He asked you out?” she shrieks. “Holy shitballs.”

“So?” I scowl. “Didn’t you hear the rest of the story?”

She waggles her brows. “He wants to share you with another guy. Maybe you could form your own harem.”

I roll my eyes.

“Why on earth did you imply you were making Max jealous?”

“I got flustered.” I exhale. “He thinks he’s God’s gift. I suppose I want to bring him down a peg or two. And.” I pause. “Maybe it’s partially true.”

“When he said the comment about Danny Walker, it looked like you could cook bacon off your face.”

“Great,” I mutter dryly.

“Did you flirt with him?”

I wince. “I may haverubbed upa little against him. It’s not the best networking strategy I’ve ever had. But I’m only human andlook at him, for Christ’s sake.”

“But you hate the guy.”

“I don’thatethe guy,” I say sullenly. “I just think he’s a ruthless bastard.”

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