“No is the correct answer. Now let’s get back to work.”
I nodded. He was right. We had work to do.
5
ETHAN
“What has you so pissed off?” Enzo asked as I stormed into our place that night.
I kicked off my shoes and went straight to the bar and poured a drink. I downed it quickly before refilling my glass.
There weren’t many people in the world who pissed me off to the point of needing a drink, but fucking Evan Beyers sure did.
Beyers.
Anson said they were cousins. On his mom’s side, obviously.
I didn’t give a fuck if a unicorn descended from the sky and shit Evan Beyers out.
All I knew was that he wasn’t fit for Rosalie, and that in the very near future, I was going to punch him in the face.
“Nothing,” I muttered.
“Don’t lie.” Enzo grabbed the bottle of whiskey from me and another glass before nodding for me to join him on the couch. I did, bringing my glass with me.
We sat and nursed our drinks for a moment.
“Talk to me, man. You’ve been hanging out an awful lot with Anson. What’s going on?”
“I just… I don’t like that she’s married,” I said, deciding I wasn’t going to tell her secrets. “Anson has people around that are a pain in the ass, and I’d rather punch them in the face than deal with them, but because I’m trying to keep the peace, well…” I held up my whiskey. “Bottoms up.”
Enzo sipped his drink. “I get it.”
“Where’s Cole?” I asked, deciding I needed a change of subject.
“At his fucking cattery,” Enzo muttered. “See that?” He gestured to the door where loads of boxes were stacked. “They keep delivering shit here for his cats. He’s been too busy with his renovation that he hasn’t had time to bring this shit to the house. It’s too much stuff. He needs to take it over. And don’t get me started on all the damn messages on voicemail. People from all over this city are trying to get him to take in strays.”
I groaned. “I don’t want to be a lonely fucking cat lady with Cole.”
“Me neither,” Enzo muttered. “By the looks of it, we’d better get real comfortable with fur. He even bought a cat costume.” He nodded to the box next to me.
I opened it to find an adult cat costume inside.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
“He said it’s so he fits in with them and they aren’t scared. Pretty sure that’d scare the fucking whiskers off me if I saw a grown-ass man in a cat costume with that fucking giant rubber cat head licking his ass next to me.”
“Maybe Malachi was right. He needs therapy.” I rubbed my eyes and finished my drink, my body buzzing lightly.
I needed to have a talk with Cole when he got home. He was losing his damn mind.
“What else?” Enzo asked.
I shook my head. “There’s not much else. They’re looking hard as hell, but it’s just like the time she went missing whenChurch took her, except this time, he doesn’t have her, and he’s pretty fucking pissed.”
Enzo nodded and drank more.
His phone buzzed, and he picked it up and stared at the screen for a moment, a frown on his face.
