Page 38 of Bad Wolf

“Says Miss 1580.”

“You know my SAT score?”

“You were the only competition I ever had.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “And what did you score?”

“1600.”

“Goddamn it,” I seethe.

CHAPTERNINE

KNOX

She.Drove. My. Fucking. Car.

I’m so mad, I haven’t even checked the damn thing over. I know one thing though, it needs to be detailed right fucking now because all I can smell is Wren. All feminine, sweet, and nostalgic.

The red haze that’s clouding my vision, and my heart pumping faster than it did during the cardio test at training camp this past preseason, forces me to pull the car over.

“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel with the heel of my hand in quick bursts as I roll to a stop down what would be a leafy street if it weren’t still winter.

It’s quiet, and I know I’ll be fine here while I get my bearings. I’ve been driving aimlessly for the last two hours, trying to figure out what the hell is happening right now.

I unfasten the harness and open the door to get out, needing some air.

My hands find my head as I take a few laps around the car.

Pristine, just as promised.

She. Drove. My. Car.

The clumsiest, most disastrous person on the planet drove my car all the way from Miami. What the hell?

She’s the smartest woman I ever met, but man could she spill a drink. Clumsy should’ve been her middle name. The only place she was ever able to find any grace was when she was dancing.

She wasn’t tripping over herself then. She just couldn’t seem to walk in a fucking straight line the rest of the time.

I blow out a breath and angle my face up to the sky.

Fuck my life.

What the fuck did Casey think he was doing? Is this why I couldn’t get it hauled here? Did he fuck with the bookings?

I’m gonna fucking kill him.

And what, now Wren’s here? In New York? Is she hopping a flight straight back to Florida or is she staying for the weekend?

Why would he bring her here? He’s not a cruel person and this makes no sense because Jason was right about what happened in college.

I was a wreck. Angry and self-destructive. It took everything I had and a lot of intervention from my family to get myself in order. Healthy. Motivated.

Taking my cell out of my pocket, I call my sister to see how far the treachery really goes. And yeah, I sound like a whiny asshole, but give me a fucking break, this is the coldest thing my brother has ever done.

The line rings a few times and a high-pitched Coralie answers. She can’t lie for shit.

“Knox, hey. Hey, bro. How’s it going? What’s er, what’s up? How’s it going?”

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