“Not happening,” I replied immediately.
“Ryder,” Rosalie started, but I shook my head.
“No. I don’t know who the fuck is stalking you. I’m not giving out the address.”
“Eat shit, Romano. Give me the fucking address. She’s my girl and my daughter!” Cole stood, pure anger on his face.
Ethan walked into the room with his son, pausing our conversation.
The little boy ran straight to Rosalie and hugged her around the legs. She immediately kneeled in front of him.
“You have school today, huh?” she asked, fixing his messy black hair.
He stared back at her with his big, green eyes.
“Well, I hope you have the very best day, Lazarus,” she said gently. “I’m not going to be here when you get home from school, but I will see you in a few days, OK? And when I come, I’ll bring Ellis. How does that sound?”
He gave her a smile and another hug. She hugged him back before kissing the top of his head and getting to her feet.
“Thank you,” Ethan murmured, a pained expression on his face.
“Of course. I made some breakfast,” Rosalie said. “Do you like pancakes? I made you special ones.” She held her hand out to him, and he took it.
She led him to the island, and he settled in a chair as she slid a chocolate chip and strawberry slice happy face pancake in front of him.
“When Ellis comes, we can make her favorite pancakes. I think you’ll love them too,” Rosalie said.
Lazarus nodded excitedly and dug in.
“You’re amazing, baby.” Cole got up and hugged her before pressing a kiss to her temple. His voice was soft, but I could still hear him. “Thank you.”
She nodded and broke away from him before returning to her cooking.
Everyone took a spot at the massive island and dug into breakfast, even Enzo, the grouchy mafia don prick I still wanted to punch in the face.
My excitement when I heard Evan had was out of this world.
“Damn, Red. This is good,” I said, taking more French toast and another egg onto my plate.
She grinned at me. “Thanks, Ry.”
“I actually have a few things I want to try with you when we get back to our new place,” I said. I knew what I was saying, and my goal was to piss off some horsemen. It seemed to work because Enzo and Cole both snapped their attention to me.
“You’re not trying shit with her, buddy,” Cole said immediately.
“Cole. Relax. Ry and I cook together all the time,” Rosalie said. “He’s really good. In fact, he studied culinary arts?—”
“You cook with Rosalie?” Enzo cut in.
I smirked at him. “Yeah, man. She and I make lots of delicious things together. We even dance together when we cook, huh, Red?”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “We do.”
“Why?” Enzo asked, eyeing me.
“Because she’s just so pretty,” I murmured, smiling at her. “And we have to wait for the timer to go off. May as well kill some time.”
She chuckled softly.
