GELLER'S POV
Knox stormed into the yard, his expression tight with fury. The veins in his neck were visible, and his jaw was clenched so hard I thought it might snap.
He didn’t waste a second.
"What the hell was that?" Knox demanded the moment Emory was out of sight.
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing on the gravel. "It wasn’t what it looked like," I muttered.
Knox crossed his arms, his glare cutting into me. "Oh, really? Because it doesn’t look like you’re fixing things with her," he shot back. "It looks like you just made it worse."
"I'm trying, okay?" I snapped, my frustration spilling over. "She's not making it easy. She's intentionally defying me."
Knox shook his head, his expression stern yet tinged with exasperation. “You drove her out of her own home, Geller. What did you
