I nodded. “I suppose you have that going for you.”
“I suppose I do.”
“I’m worried about him,” I murmured.
“Me too,” Enzo said. “Did you get the message to Anson?”
“I did. He’s handling it.”
“Then I guess we take the night to pray, brother. For Rosalie. For Cole. For us. Maybe Fox answers prayers.”
I swallowed hard. “Maybe he does.”
Enzo gave me a sad smile and walked past me to go to his office.
I breathed out and returned to mine. It took me a moment to realize Cole had grabbed the wrong sugar.
He took the dick sticks, not the ones for pain. I hadn’t been watching. I’d placed them next to each other. He’d been so passionate in his speech that neither of us was paying attention when he grabbed them and left.
They weren’t going to stop his headache.
They were going to make him horny as hell, and likely make him do the very same thing he was desperate to prevent Enzo and me from doing.
I pulled out my phone and called him, but it went straight to voicemail.
I tried again. Nothing.
I raced out of my office and straight to the parking garage, hoping he was still there and taking a breather, but his G-Wagon was gone.
Fuck.
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Iwas so pissed off as I raced back to the house that I almost ran a red light and ruined the fucking slice of cake I’d picked up from a bakery.
I made it back in one piece and went inside, locking the door behind me. I brought everything to the basement, where Rosalie was, and went into her room.
“Hey,” I said softly, walking in with my bags and placing them on the table.
She looked at me, her eyelids heavy with sleep.
“Did you just wake?” I asked.
“Mm.” She nodded.
God, I loved the way she sounded.
“I got us some dinner,” I said. “Sorry I’ve been out most of the day. I just wanted to get everything together for you.”
“It’s OK,” she said softly.
I went and sat on the edge of her bed.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I need the bathroom.”
