Skye’s cheeks burn as she looks away, her shy smile fading under Knox's intense gaze. Her heart is racing excitedly from his promise about her birthday. Knox’s hand still hovers near her neck, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin, sending tiny sparks through her. She can’t meet his eyes.

Suddenly, a sharp, cheerful voice called out to Knox’s name. “Knox!”

Skye’s head snaps up, and Knox pulls back, his hand dropping as they both turn toward the sound. It’s laurel. ...