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“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, Ciara, and just because I work here doesn’t mean I come into the broadcast closet every day. Besides what are you doing in here digging around in shit?”
My spine went shock straight as he snapped at me. This man was so incredibly frustrating, always turning everything into an argument.
I figured we were past this, but the other alpha still seemed to have it out for me if his expression was any indication.
Balling up the list that Aurelia had given me, I chucked it at him and was pleased when it bounced off of his stupidly broad chest and fell to the floor. “I’m here on errands for the head office because practice was canceled today you absolute ass.”
Enzo ignored the piece of paper on the floor and crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking my own stance.
Immediately dropping my arms, I sucked in a deep, calming breath. “Please just get to the point, Enzo, why did you want to talk to me so badly that you needed to shut that door behind you?”
Enzo seemed surprised by the sudden shift in my attitude, but I’d be damned if I was going to let this alpha yank me around like a ragdoll. If he wanted a fight, then he wouldn’t be getting one from me today.
The man blinked once, then twice as if his brain was doing a factory reset, before he leaned against the broken door and scrubbed a hand over his face. He’d let his dark beard grow a bit in the last couple of weeks since I’d begun pair skating with Artie and my eyes were drawn to it as I imagined how it would feel under my own fingertips.
I shoved that thought down immediately.
Bad Ciara, I scolded myself inwardly as if I was yelling at a dog.
“What did you do to Artie?” he finally asked, oblivious to my inner thoughts.
It was my turn to feel confused. “What do you mean? I haven’t done anything.”
“Then why has he been acting like someone broke his heart since yesterday?”
It clicked then what Enzo was asking about.
“I went on a date last night,” and became someone’s girlfriend for the first time ever, I added silently in my head.
Enzo gaped at me. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because he asked? Come on now, Enzo, keep up. Why else would a woman go on a date?”
“But Artie likes you and you know it, why would you tell him you were doing that?” Enzo’s words made me sound as if I was completely stupid. “Not to mention Leith.”
Anger flared in my chest. “Why are you of all people angry about that? Last time I checked you chased me down on my run to tell me not to date either of them—remember?”
I was done with this conversation, pushing him to the side, I banged on the door. “Help! Is anyone out there! Let us out!”
But I was met with silence on the other end, not even the PA who had been working on their computer seemed to remain in the studio.
“They won’t be coming for another hour or so. Everyone always takes a long lunch before the afternoon shows.”
“Grand. Just grand,” I said, turning and sliding down the door until I was sitting with my knees to my chest on the floor. “This is all your fault.”
Enzo sighed, and despite being dressed in a very nice suit, he sank down next to me until we were shoulder-to-shoulder. “I know.”
Well that was unexpected. I thought he would lean into the argument and continue it for the next hour that we were trapped. It was also incredibly vague.
“What do you know? That you’ve locked us in here for an unknown amount of time? That in your quest to put a bubble around your pack that you just might be hurting them? That you were wrong about me? What?” My voice was full of more venom than I’d intended and a sneaky little thread of guilt wound through me when the man flinched.
Enzo’s lips pulled up into a tired half-smile. “Can’t it be all of the above?”
I wheeled back away from him in surprise. I hadn’t actually expected him to admit it.
All of the fight in me deflated almost immediately. “Why do you hate me so much? I’ve done nothing but try and help Artie. I get that I made some pretty shit decisions when it came to Leith… but that was four years ago.”
I’d torn myself up enough about that, more than whatever Enzo Santoro could throw my way, and yet he still seemed to base all of his opinions of me on it.
