“David held the knife up with a shaky hand. ““Get that damn thing out of my face, boy.David shook his head. “No, you’re going to hit me!”“Of course I am and you’re only pissing me off more with that damn knife!”

“Either you’re with me or you’re against me. I can’t afford to be looking over my shoulder all the time waiting for you to stick a knife in my back.”

“Give me the knife!"Simon held out his hand. Lincoln glanced over as he struggled with Albert. "Could you take it out of your hand first?" he said. Simon gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out.”

“Just think of how easy it will be to get it off later,” I said, kissing his neck.“That’s the problem. Every other guy there will be thinking the same thing.”“But you’re the only one that gets to find out,” I lilted. He didn’t respond, and I leaned back to assess his expression. “Do you really want me to change?”Travis scanned my face, my dress, my legs, and then exhaled. “No matter what you wear, you’re gorgeous. I should just get used to it, now, right?” I shrugged and he shook his head. “All right, we’re already late. Let’s go.”

“Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.”Okay, serious melty stuff.”

“Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.”