Page 336 of When We Fall: Part Two
The timing was never fucking right.
I was beyond ecstatic for Rosalie to find her way back to Fox, but fuck, man.
I finished off my drink and stared up at the stars.
“Hey, Anson?” Evan called out.
I looked over to see him standing in the doorway in his shirt, tie, and pants. I was surprised he wasn’t ravishing her. I would have been if I were her husband.
“What’s up?” I asked. “Everything OK?”
“Yeah, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with something. It’s for Ro. I-I’m a little nervous.”
“Yeah, man. Sure.” I got up and followed him to his bedroom, confused about what he could need from me.
He sat on the edge of his bed. “Have a seat.” He nodded to the overstuffed chair in the corner.
I sat. “What’s going on?”
He blew out a breath and shook his head. He was Fox, but he wasn’t. Trauma had definitely left a lasting impression on him. He was quieter. He didn’t talk a lot these days, and the smiles didn’t reach his eyes except when he looked at her.
Rosalie.
His Ro.
We’d had a fabulous cookout after they married. We even had pie, since neither of them wanted cake. I knew that was because it reminded them of Cole. I was a fan of pie anyway, so I was good with it. Rosalie and Evan had danced in the clearing to soft music playing from Trent’s speaker while we watched.
Ryder clapped me on the back without saying a word before everyone left.
I focused on the moment we were in, though, because now something was wrong.
Before Evan could say anything, the attached bathroom door opened, and Rosalie came into the room in a delicate white robe. She saw me sitting in the chair and paused.
“Is everything OK?” she called out nervously.
Evan stood and went to her. I watched as he brushed his lips against hers.
“I have a gift for you,” he murmured.
“You do?” She crinkled her brows at him.
“I do. If you want it.” He stepped aside.
It took me a moment to realize he was talking about me. It must have dawned on Rosalie at the same time because her eyes widened as she darted her gaze from him to me, then back to him.
“What?” she whispered.
“Anson loves you. I know you love him. I want you to have him.”
“W-What about us?” she asked as my heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought I was going to die.
“Us. It’ll be the three of us if you say yes,” he murmured. “I-I might need help tonight. It could be nice to have that after-after everything.”
I winced at his words. He told me earlier today that he hadn’t had sex with her last night.
“The three of us?” She looked back at me.
“All you have to do is kiss him and tell him yes,” Evan continued softly. “We’ll make it official.”
