“I, uh, told him that I wanted to join you guys.”
She placed a pancake onto a plate but didn’t say anything as she made another.
“Rosalie?” I called out tentatively. “Is that OK?”
She slowed her movements and finally looked over her shoulder at me. Her pretty face turned into a scowl before she looked away. For a moment, I thought it was because of me, but then Enzo came into the room.
“Morning,” he said gruffly.
“Morning,” I replied, glancing at Rosalie. I knew Enzo had said he’d make himself scarce.
“I won’t be home until late tonight. I’m meeting E for dinner again,” Enzo said.
“OK. Uh, I have the day off, so I think we’ll just be hanging out here. Right, Rosalie?”
“Right,” she said softly.
She turned and slid a plate of pancakes across the island at me. I grinned. I hadn’t had her food in so long. I caught Enzo staring at her, his dark eyes drinking her in.
He could say he was out, but I fucking knew him. He wanted her just as much as I did.
It didn’t help that she looked mouth-watering in her tiny pajamas either.
Deciding I’d try my luck, I stood and went to her. Carefully, I wound my arms around her waist and nuzzled against her neck. She was stiff in my hold for a moment before she relaxed against me.
“You didn’t answer me,” I murmured in her ear so Enzo couldn’t hear. I glanced at him, watching him watch her, his body tense. He hadn’t moved an inch.
This had to be killing him.
Good. Maybe he’d pull his head out of his ass and try. Fuck Church and his contract. This was our girl. Our future. We could make this work…
“This is what trying looks like,” I continued softly. “Please. Try with me.”
She turned in my arms, her hands on my chest. I inclined my head and was pleased when her soft lips skimmed my cheek.
“Eat, Cole,” she murmured before she pulled away and went back to the stove.
I grinned like a fool and looked at Enzo.
He visibly swallowed as his eyes darted from her to me.
“I hope you have a good day,” I said.
He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”
“Do you want something to eat?” Rosalie asked, placing another pancake onto a plate. She hobbled to him, holding the plate in her hands.
I could tell he was warring with himself. He always loved Rosalie’s pancakes.
Finally, his shit side won.
“I, uh, I need to go. Thank you, though.” He raked his fingers through his hair as he backed away. “Have a good day.”
We watched him leave wordlessly.
He was an idiot.
I looked over to her for a moment to see her staring at the door he’d left through. I went to her, took the plate, set it on the counter, and wrapped my arms around her.
