Page 49 of Fighting Mr. Knight

The pictures of the funeral are hard to stomach. Jack’s haunted dark eyes bore into me from the screen.

Griefdominates his handsome features.Raw, intense sorrow that I can’t relate to because I’ve never lost anyone close to me.

I can’t look at this anymore.

I click play on my audiobook, snuggling under the covers. It’s time for Stella to play with the four brothers of the mountains.

14

Bonnie

It’s official. I’ve been surfing the online dating wave for four nights and it’s already bleeding into my offline life.

I have fifty-two matches, all hot leads. At this rate, I’ll need CRM software to manage all the conversations.

Today, his highness is going to meet us to discuss his vision for theMotor Worksfactory and I’m absolutely exhausted with swiping fatigue. I’m also a bit anxious about the awkward way Jack and I left things after the wedding.

I sip my coffee sifting through emails when a meeting invite pops up from Max.

Catch-up 09:15 Happy Bean Cafe

Strange. His meetings are usually anally scripted. Even for a quick catch-up, he’ll bullet point his agenda.

And we rarely do them outside the office.

“I’m away to give Darren a kicking,” Nisha says, getting up from her desk. “I’ll meet you back here to walk over to the Lexington office at 10, okay?”

I nod, getting my coat. The meeting with Jack Knight isn’t until 10:30 but since it’s on one of the top floors of London’s version of a skyscraper and we have to get through security, we need to go early. “See you at 10. I’m popping out to meet Max first.”

“Wait up!” she calls from the opposite direction. “Why do you have your Facebook status set to Jack Knight?”

“Huh?” I wrinkle my nose. “What are you on about?”

She strides back and shows me her phone, with Facebook open.

I do a double take, clamping my hand over my mouth.

No. Shit the bed.

“I haven’t,” I whisper.

“You have, you fool. Hurry up and remove it.”

All the air leaves my windpipe. I must have set it last night.

“Were you creeping over Jack Knight, naughty girl? Bit strange for someone who claims to dislike him so much.”

“Oh, God, it’s been like that all freakin’ night,” I whimper, jabbing my phone code in.

I might cry.

“Calm your tits. I only just saw the notification that “Bonnie is feeling Jack Knight.”

“This is horrendous.” I quiver as the damn status is finally wiped. “I’ve been feeling Jack Knight all night.”

“I wouldn’t worry. Your profile is boring. No one will look at it.”

“Gee, thanks, even my fake life is boring.”

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