“Of course.”
I watched him return to the fridge and pull out everything he needed. He set to work creating the salad next to me.
I looked up to see Anson and Cole sitting in the living room watching a movie. Every now and then, one would saysomething to the other that would create an eye roll or middle finger, but no one was getting physical, so I’d count it as a win.
“How are you and Cole doing?” Enzo asked, his voice low, after an awkward silence.
“Fine. He’s Cole, so you know.”
“Yeah, well, his intentions are pure. He’s beyond happy for you to be here.”
“I know.”
We were quiet as we worked.
Finally, I asked the question that was eating at me.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Am I what?”
“Happy for me to be here?”
He was quiet again as he shredded lettuce. Finally, he glanced at me.
“It doesn’t matter how I feel.”
“Why?” I asked softly.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“No.” I frowned. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“If you left today, I would survive, Rosalie,” he muttered. “Believe it or not, I have a life that doesn’t revolve around you.”
I swallowed hard at his words.
“Noted,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. All I had to do was get through making dinner. Then I’d go to my room with Ani. I had no idea how we’d all fit into the bed in my room comfortably, but I’d sleep on the floor if it meant getting away from Enzo.
I finished the bread, Enzo working beside me, both of us silent. The tension grew thicker the longer we were together. All I wanted to do was ask him why. Why did he hurt me the way he did? Why did he lie? Cheat. Break me. I was honestly terrified I’d done something wrong, and it would happen again with my newguys. I wanted to stop it from happening, but I knew now wasn’t the right time to ask.
Or was it?
I put the bread in the oven before working on assembling the lasagna. Enzo covered the salad and made to walk away, but I called out softly to him.
“Enzo?”
He paused. “Yeah?”
“Why?” I whispered.
I thought I saw a flicker of my sweet secret keeper flash across his handsome face before he schooled it into the no-nonsense mob boss and ruthless businessman he’d become.
“Because I wanted more, Rosalie, and you would never be able to give it to me. Not in the way I needed.”
My eyes prickled at his words.
“So I wasn’t good enough?”
