Chapter 30

• I force myself to smile as I accept the fresh roses Knox has delivered to my door, their crimson petals still damp with morning dew. The scent is overwhelming—sweet and cloying in a way that makes my stomach turn. But I cradle them carefully, letting appreciation soften my features as I breathe in their fragrance.
• "They're beautiful," I murmur, glancing up at Knox through my lashes. The hope that flickers in his green eyes makes something twist in my chest, but I push the feeling down. "Thank you."
• His face lights up like I've just handed him the crown jewels. "I thought you might like the red ones better than the white," he says, stepping closer until his cedar and storm rain scent mingles with the roses. "They reminded me of your training leathers."