“OK. So it’s done. We don’t tell him just yet. Let’s get it done because he’d likely not let you take his place.” Enzo finished his drink while I finished mine. We sat in silence for a long time with fresh glasses before he finally spoke again.
“Did you check out any houses today?”
“Yeah. A few.” I pulled out my phone.
He got up and sat next to me on the couch as I showed him some of the houses I was interested in.
And that was it.
A somber, house-hunting affair, but I knew in my heart I had to reach out to Rosalie before I took Cole’s place.
She needed to know I wasn’t some bum kid anymore who was drowning in his own shit.
Once she knew that, I’d walk away for good and give Cole a fighting chance.
In the big scheme of things, I owed him, and I wanted to repay my debts. Someday, I’d repay Enzo, too.
19
ROSALIE
We’d dove in, headfirst, after the picture of Anson and me kissing made it to the papers.
It was the only thing we could do.
“It’s a good thing,” Klaus said for what felt like the hundredth time.
We’d taken to posting pictures of us together on our social media, letting the press have a few freebie photos, like the ones from Vegas. We’d made it look like we’d married in a quickie Vegas wedding. The press ate it up.
Aside from the swarm of media, the one thing that came from it was that I hadn’t heard from the stalker since the news came out.
That alone made my invasion of privacy worth it.
And with that dying down, Evan took Ellis home with Trix, and Klaus hung back for an additional week before returning home to work.
So now it was back to Ani and me, with Ryder and Trent at our sides. Dante had relented and gone home, but swore he’d be back if anything happened.
Anson kissed his and Evan’s rings on my finger as we lay in bed that night.
I smiled at the gesture.
“We’re almost done with the tour,” he said softly. “I was thinking maybe we could plan the wedding.”
“Mm, what do you have in mind?”
“Whatever you want, LeeLee. I’m just grateful to be chosen.”
I went up on my elbow and stared down at him. “I will always choose you.”
He smiled at that. “And I will always choose you.”
He pulled me down for a gentle kiss, and I smiled against his lips as we broke apart.
“Klaus actually talked to me about marrying,” I said.
Anson raised his brows at that. “Yeah? About time.”
I laughed softly
