Chapter Eleven Kamea I wake up the next morning and figure Knox must still be sleeping because he said he was off. I’m at the breakfast bar, sipping my coffee and designing new T-shirts—because I’m going to have to continue doing small orders until I can accumulate enough money for another bulk buy—when a door opens and my creative bubble is popped. I’m not sure whether it’s Knox or Jax until the footsteps go to the bathroom, the door doesn’t shut, and I hear someone peeing. “You need to shut the door,” I say when Jax comes out after washing his hands. At least he has on a white T-shirt and sweatpants instead of only his boxer briefs. “Sorry, this one time I was jumped in a bathroom.” “Seriously?” I place my coffee down. He shakes his head. “No. I’m just lazy.” He grabs a mug and fil