“Right,” he murmured. “I want us to get along. So… truce?”
I was surprised at how quickly his attitude changed. Was it possible that Cole Scott was thinking clearly?
“Truce,” I agreed. “For now. Just don’t fuck up with my wife.”
He scoffed. “Must be nice to have the life I’ve longed for.”
“I don’t hate it,” I said.
He laughed softly, seemingly not all that upset, which surprised me.
“What’s up with your voice?” he asked after a brief moment of silence.
Blunt as always.
I breathed out. “I have damage to my vocal cords from screaming.”
He was quiet for a moment again. “Are you in, like, one of those bands that toured with Rosalie?”
“No, I was abused. It hurt, so I screamed until I lost my voice. It’s come back a lot over the years, but it’ll likely never be normal again.”
“Oh. Fuck. I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I-I didn’t know. Rosalie hasn’t told me much about you. I already know Anson, so that’s whatever.”
“And Klaus,” I said.
He was quiet before letting out a soft huff of laughter. “Right. Klaus. I know him too. Mostly.” He paused. “Rosalie likes to take long baths, so we have a few minutes to get to know one another. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” I said.
“Uh, well, my name is Cole Scott. I’m a doctor finishing my residency. I like cats and cake. Bishop is my favorite band, even though she talks shit about me in her songs. I love my daughter more than anything in this world, and I miss my girl and want her back. Now you.”
I chuckled at his words.
“I’m Evan Beyers. Anson and I are cousins and best friends. I just signed a seven-figure movie deal for a book I wrote. I love my daughter more than anything, and I also miss my girl.”
“You’re a writer?”
“Yes.”
“And a Beyers?”
“Yes.”
“You’re my fucking nightmare, Evan.”
“Why?”
“I fucking hate Anson, and you’re his cousin, his best friend, and you married my girl. How the fuck did you manage to get her before he did?”
“I met her and asked her the moment I saw her,” I said.
“What?”
“Yeah. That’s how it went down. We met. I asked her about five minutes into the conversation. She said yes. I married her the next day, and then Anson and I fucked her together that night.”
“What the fuck?” he muttered. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
