Chapter 92

KNOX'S POV The wine cellar's stone walls kept the space cool as Logan, Noah, and I sorted through bottles for tonight's pre-wedding party. Centuries-old vintages lined the shelves in neat rows, their labels dusty with age. The scent of oak and cork mingled with the earthiness of the underground room. "So let me get this straight," Noah said, carefully examining a bottle of red. "You let my drunk future Luna drive your Harley?" He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his usual casual elegance somehow intact even in the dusty cellar. "She's surprisingly good at it," I defended, though the memory of those trucks still made my heart race. "Besides, have you tried saying no to Aubrey when she sets her mind to something?" "Fair point," Logan chuckled, adding another bottle to our growing collection. "Though I'm more interested in what happened after, particularly involving Noah's Bentley." Noah's head snapped up. "What about my Bentley?" I couldn't help the smirk that spread