Page 263 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Sleep. I will be gone when you wake, but I promise to return as soon as I can. Wait for me.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Right here.” He kissed me again. “In my bed. Beneath my sheets. Your clothes off. Waiting.”
I smiled against his lips.
“Not on the couch?”
“Mm, right here, Rosalie.” Another kiss.
Who was this man?
I kissed him until I was breathless. He finally broke it off and held me again.
“Sweet dreams, little hummingbird,” he murmured as my lashes fluttered with exhaustion.
For the first time in a long time, they actually were.
EIGHTY
ETHAN
Cole and Enzo were out all night. It was nearly five in the morning before they came back to the high-rise. Enzo collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, while Cole went to his bedroom.
I sat in the living room, staring out at the city, wondering where my sweetheart was.
I knew Cole and Enzo had gone to look for her after she’d lost it and slashed the tires on one of the SUVs Enzo had in place for her protection.
Enzo was livid and stormed through the place, swearing after she’d turned her phone off.
Which meant he had her new number.
I swallowed hard and carefully crept forward, noting Enzo’s phone peeking out of his pocket.
With my breath held, I gently wiggled it free, him grunting as I did so.
Once I had it in my hands, I quickly tried to unlock it, but he had a code on it. I decided to try my luck and put in Rosalie’s birthday.
It clicked open, and I breathed out before glancing to make sure he was still asleep.
He was, so I opened his contacts to find her number in recent calls.
I took a picture of it with my phone, then backed out of everything and placed his phone next to him. He’d likely think it just fell out of his pocket.
Eagerly, I returned to my bedroom and stared down at my prize. I memorized the number before I saved it in my contacts. I knew Enzo wouldn’t have given it to me had I asked, and it was unlikely Cole had it since Cole was nuts when it came to Rosalie. He was even worse now than he’d been when we’d been with her. Now, he constantly hounded the men who followed her for updates.
Was she seeing anyone? Did she look happy? Where was she Wednesday night?
Enzo told us she was working, but he wouldn’t say where, just that she was. That she seemed like she was doing OK.
Then she’d called, screaming at him.
Telling him she’d stab him next.
I really believed her, but I also saw she was with someone on the screen as Enzo yelled at her. Someone big was carrying her, and she didn’t seem to hate it.
It wasn’t Anson. I knew she’d moved out of his apartment, much to Cole’s delight. He’d opened a bottle of wine when he’d heard that news.
