The Last Good Knight by Tiffany Reisz Page A

something from a movie or a romance novel. He really believes in all that honor and chivalry bullshit.”
    “I believe I warned you a long time ago about those sorts of men.”
    “I know, I know. ‘When one is a monster, one does well to avoid knights in shining armor.’ Trust me, I don’t want to lose my head over this guy. Especially since...”
    “Since what?”
    Nora sighed heavily and with extreme frustration.
    “He has a kid. A little girl. It’s so unfair.”
    “That he has a child? It’s a fairly common occurrence although I can imagine that you having feelings for someone with a small child would be—”
    “Holy fucking terrified?”
    “That.”
    She shook her head.
    “The kid isn’t the unfair part although, yeah, it does scare me. The unfair part is that this guy, he’s so good. Like genuinely good—kind and protective and noble...”
    Nora spent the next half hour telling Søren everything she knew about Lance. How he’d been injured serving his country and was medically discharged from the Navy, how he’d endured three surgeries, and had been thanked for his service and his sacrifice by being cut off sexually by his now ex-wife. Nora spared no details of the drama, telling Søren about the pornography that had lost Lance custody of his daughter. Søren was a priest, after all. Watching porn was akin to a parking ticket compared to what sorts of crimes he’d heard in the confessional.
    “So I’m pissed,” she concluded. “Pissed at Lance for taking the bodyguard job, which means we can’t sleep together again. I’m pissed at the asshole who beat up Natasha. Pissed at the universe for beating up Lance. That’s my job.”
    She gave a groan and rolled onto her side next to Søren.
    “I don’t know what to do,” she said, tracing the scratches on his stomach with her fingertips. “I hate feeling like this.”
    “Like what?” Søren covered her hand with his.
    “I hate feeling. Period. I just met this guy and I actually care about him? He was really good in bed but no one’s that good.” She laughed but Søren didn’t. He always seemed to know when her jokes weren’t jokes.
    “There is nothing you can do for him,” Søren said. “Not unless you became a lawyer or a judge and have forgotten to tell me. You say you care about him, then care about him. Be his friend if you can’t be his lover. You can’t give him his daughter back but you can give him your friendship.”
    “Like that would do him any good.”
    “I treasure our friendship more than anything, even more than these nights when you come back to me. No man in his right mind would spurn your love and loyalty.”
    “Not if he knew what was good for him.” She raised her fist and play-punched Søren in the center of his chest. He caught her hand and kissed the back of it.
    “Don’t do that,” she said. “I have to put up with enough stupid chivalry from Lance. He even calls me a lady.” She laughed as if that were the most ridiculous concept she’d ever heard.
    “Does that bother you?”
    Nora rolled her eyes.
    “No. It doesn’t bother me. It just doesn’t make sense.”
    “What doesn’t make sense?” Søren asked, a slight smile at the edge of his lips. “That he called you a lady, or that you liked it?”
    Nora narrowed her eyes at him.
    “I’d jump you more often if you didn’t make me talk to you afterwards,” she said, hating him for how well he knew her, how easily he could cut through her defenses with simply a question or two.
    “Physical pain is only one of myriad forms of sadism,” he said, dragging her into his arms. “You take pain much better than you take interrogation.”
    “I’m going to safe out if you don’t stop fucking with my psyche.”
    “Is that so?” He pushed her onto her back and covered her with his body.
    “Yes, especially since I can think of much more enjoyable parts of me you should be fucking with instead. For example, my c—”
    He kissed her before she could