I sat watching them relive a night I hadn’t been privy to.
“The night on the water.” Anson laughed softly. “To one of the best nights of my life.”
“Hate to tell you this,” I broke in. “But I’m about to give you the best night of your life.”
Anson snorted. “Scott, you really think you can keep up with me?”
“Yes. I know her body, man.”
“Youknewher body. Her body has belonged to me for the last five years. I assure you that I’ve molded it to my will.”
Prick.
He liked trying to take the wind out of my sails.
“We’ll see,” was all I said as I finished off my wine and poured more.
“Tell me about work,” Rosalie said after we’d gone through another glass of wine each.
“Eh, I like it,” I said. “I’m working in neurology right now. I finished my emergency rotation.”
“How much longer do you have left?” Anson asked.
“About a year. I’ve considered just paying the fucks off so I can be done, but I told myself I could force myself through this. I have an easy enough rotation and hours. I already pay to not have shitty hours.”
Anson chuckled. “Of course you paid for that.”
I shrugged. “I’m good at what I do. I don’t give a fuck if I miss out on the bullshit.”
Anson nodded. “I get it.”
“How about you?” I asked, looking directly at Rosalie. “How’s work?”
She laughed softly. “You know how work is. I can’t make a move without it televised.”
“I’m sure there are things that happen behind the scenes the world doesn’t know about. Tell me about those things,” I said.
“Uh, well, here’s something. I wrote a new song recently while I was getting my nails done. Well, some of a new song. I’ll likely finish it this week. Then I started a new one.”
“That’s my girl.” Anson grinned at her and squeezed her hand.
“Yeah? What’s it called?” I asked.
Her cheeks darkened. “Um, Hypocrite.”
I raised my brows at that. “Are you blasting my ass again in it?”
“Cole—” She gave me a pained look.
I held my hands up. “It’s fine. I deserve your wrath, but come on, Rosalie. Write something where I’m your epic second chance, and it’s better than the first chance. Because I promise it will be.”
She smiled at that. “Second Chance. I like that. I could write it.”
I smirked smugly at Anson. “See that? I’m getting a song written about me. Where’s your song?”
“Ever heard of the song called Fuck Me Better?” Anson asked.
I frowned. I knew all of Rosalie’s songs, and I’d never heard of that one.
