Page 16 of Daring Enzo

“Has she gone insane?” I murmur and pick up my coffee, taking another sip of the deliciousness.

I don’t want to get married. That much has been obvious to me for so many years, however, even I know this isn’t the way to go about it. Marriage should be about love and feelings before anything else comes into play. Molly, on the other hand, keeps going about it like she’s on the hunt for a new business partner. I suppose that’s what she sees it as.

How depressing. I sigh once again, shaking my head. I never would have thought I’d know someone who’d go to such lengths to secure a husband, much less it being my sister.

Dollar bills hit the table. A hand follows quickly after it, slamming heavily on top. I jump from the loudness and suddenness of the action, choking on the coffee I had just taken a sip of, and whirl around in my seat.

“Who the hell is—” the words die down before I can speak them in the open.

Gorgeous brown eyes stare at me, darkened with fury. Soft lips match the expression, curling in a snarl.

Enzo...

My heart quickens from his sudden presence in the café and the anger does little to ruin his look. I frown, biting down on my lip to stop them from forming into a smile.

Why the fuck am I so happy to see him?

I half giggle, amused by the frown that doesn’t leave his face, and look down at the dollar bills on the table. The exact amount I left him. Laughter escapes my open lips. I let go, not bothering to hold it back as I remember exactly what happened and how he must have felt when it did.

Oh! To be a fly on the wall... I sigh wistfully. Perhaps I won’t be bored here after all.

“Hello, Kelly Jones.” His voice is deep, washing over me and sending a thrill down my spine.

“Ah, you found out my name,” I grin. “Let’s see... you caved and asked Alessia, didn’t you?”

His hand turns into a fist as he glares at me. He comes around the table and lowers himself in the seat in front of me.

“I thought you were serious about our little game,” I fake a pout, smiling as I stir my Macchiato. “And here I was, just about to tell you.”

“Cut the crap, Kelly. You left me in bed and disappeared and you left cash. What’s the fuck??” his tone is biting. I know he’s pissed and yet, I’m more happy to see him than nervous about his emotion.

I shrug, running a finger around the rim of my cup. “I don’t know. You did a good job. I figured I should leave you a tip, at least.”

My words feign innocence, but he's not fooled. His glare sharpens, ears flushing, as he momentarily shuts his eyes in frustration. Observing him, I notice the contrast of his long lashes against prominent cheekbones, lips drawn tight. His chest rises with an effort to steady his breath, a deep sigh betraying his agitation.

He opens his eyes. I look away quickly, pretending to be unaffected. I chuckle at his reaction.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” he asks as his lips dip in a frown.

“Yes, yes. I’m so very funny,” I reply, crossing my hands over my chest as I stare straight at him, giving him my undivided attention.

“It took me a week to find you, you know,” he says.

I lean closer, my upper body resting on the table, curious.

“How did you find me?” I ask.

Enzo shrugs, but I shake my head.

“No, explain yourself. I want to know.”

“I used my private investigator after I got your name from Alessia,” he utters unabashedly.

My mouth drops open in shock as he sits there, head held high and a brow lifted.

“You looked me up?” I ask, the shock clear in my words.

“Yes. that’s what happens when you do something as childish as running away instead of having a conversation like we should have done,” he chides, wagging a finger in front of me like a disapproving parent.

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