Ruthless knight

Sawyer

“So I said, you should come work for the Lord. The work is hard, the hours are long, and the pay is low. But the retirement benefits are out of this world.” Abbott Carney laughs like it’s the fu

“Heaven, yes.” I force another laugh. “That is a good one.” 

I really hope God is feeling extra merciful right now and takes pity on me, because I don’t know how much more I can take of this. 

“I’m go

Winking, he points his finger at me like a gun. “Hope it’s a virgin.”

Good Lord, how I wish that fake gun was the real thing right now. 

For years I had the biggest crush on this idiot and I honestly have no idea why. 

I blame it on Knightdale being a small town. Not enough variety. 

I pull my phone out of my clutch, debating if I should call Cole. 

No. Don’t be desperate. 

He knew how important being here was to me and he still chose not to come. 

“Be right ba—”  

Words jam in my throat, and for a minute I think I must be seeing things because Cole Covington is standing in front of me. 

Looking more gorgeous than any guy has any right to. 

I want to pinch myself to make sure it’s real. “You’re here.” 

He sucks in a breath. “I’m here.” 

“I thought you weren’t—”

“Who’s your friend, sugar?” Abbott drawls, slinging an arm around my waist. 

Abbott’s been calling me sugar ever since I can remember, but I don’t have a chance to explain that to Cole—or remove Abbott’s arm—because Cole’s fist goes flying into his nose. 

“I’m her motherfucking boyfriend, sugar.”