Page 4 of When We Fall: Part Two
I sighed and decided to tell her everything, right down to me turning down the recording contract.
“God, Rosalie. Babe, you need a vacation. Are you OK?”
“No,” I whispered. “But yes. It had to be done.”
“I get it,” she murmured. “It doesn’t make things easy to have feelings like that. I wish I could help you somehow.” She paused. “Tell you what. When I get there, we will have a girls’ night. Junk food. Rom coms. Dancing. Makeup. You name it and we will do it.”
I smiled. “That sounds nice.”
“Perfect. We’ll do our nails and everything. We’ll get your mind off stuff and have fun like we used to.”
“That means a lot to me. Thanks, Jamie.”
“Of course, babe. Call your parents, OK? It’ll be one last stressful thing to think about. If they’re dicks, I’ll toilet paper their house the next time I’m home.”
I chuckled. “Deal.”
Enzo knocked lightly on my door. I sat up.
“Hey, I’ll text you later, OK?”
“OK. Love ya.”
“Love ya too.” I hung up and looked expectedly at Enzo. “Hey.”
“Hey. Who were you talking to?” He stepped into the room wearing an all black suit, his hair perfectly styled.
“Jamie. We were discussing her trip here.”
He smiled at that. “Not long now, huh?”
“Nope.”
He sat next to me, his cologne teasing my nose. I took in a deep breath, loving the way he smelled.
“Are you going somewhere?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m having dinner with Vander Veer.”
I bristled at his words. I hated the Vander Veers.
“He finalized his divorce. Asked me if I’d come out for dinner and drinks. I agreed.”
I said nothing, irritated he’d agreed. He reached for my hand.
“Sunshine, I’d like you to come with me if you feel up to it.”
“I don’t,” I said immediately. I wanted nothing to do with that man or his wicked daughter.
“I thought maybe we could start practicing being married,” he murmured, tucking a curl behind my ear. “I want you to be with me. I want to show you off.”
“Enzo, I hate that man and his daughter.”
“I know you do, but I miss you. I’ll make the dinner short. We can get through it, then maybe we can do something together.”
“Just me and you?” I rarely got alone time with Enzo. He was always off doing things.
“Yeah. We’ve both been so busy lately. I figured this might be a good time to talk.”
