Chapter Nine
Kamea
Knox in uniform is intimidating, but sexy as hell. Out of a uniform, in jeans and a dark Henley with a leather jacket thrown over top, he’s the same man who had my stomach stirring with butterflies all those years ago.
Jax is at work when Knox steps out of his bedroom, the room quickly filling with the intoxicating scent of a just-showered Knox. Thank goodness he doesn’t wear cologne. I’ve never been a fan.
“Do you ride?” he asks, twirling keys around his finger while his gaze falls down my body.
I allow him to examine me because he knows where we’re going and whether what I’m wearing is appropriate. I assume it is, since I look a lot like him in my jeans and one of my T-shirts that shows off that I’m a vegetarian. “The train?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Mot
