Page 272 of When We Fall: Part One
He was quiet for a moment before he answered.
“Yeah. Yeah, man. We can do that.”
“Just you guys,” I said quickly.
He let out a soft laugh. “I understand. It’s just me and her here tonight anyway. Enzo and the guys are working. I’ll see you in a few. Rosalie will want to change.”
“OK.” I swallowed. “OK. I’ll see you in a few.”
I disconnected the call and closed my eyes, Rosalie on my mind.
Yeah, maybe tonight I really would go for it.
Thirty minutes later,Fox was walking into Beats in jeans, a black Henley, and his leather jacket on, his hand in Rosalie’s as he pulled her through the crowded club.
I swear my heart stuttered in my chest at the sight of her. Her hair hung around her in a mass of red curls. She was wearing alittle purple, low-cut dress with a high hemline. Her knee-high black boots made me groan inwardly.
“Fuck, she looks good,” Ryder said from beside me, noticing her.
I nodded wordlessly.
“Hey,” Fox greeted me.
“Hey. Glad you guys could come.” I gave them a smile and reached for Rosalie. She didn’t hesitate to come and hug me.
“You look beautiful, LeeLee,” I murmured into her ear. “Good enough to eat.”
She squeezed me back before pulling away, her cheeks flushed at my compliment.
“Thanks, Ani. You look good, too.”
“Hey, bring us a couple rounds,” Ryder said as a shot girl breezed by. “Bring over some shooters and get my girl Red here something fruity.”
The girl scurried away to get our orders.
“Thanks,” Fox said to him. “I could use a drink.”
“You guys have men with you tonight?” Trent asked.
“Two outside,” Fox said.
I glanced at Rosalie to see her looking around the club.
“LeeLee, darling, have a seat,” I said, gesturing to one of the chairs.
She shot me a quick smile before sliding onto the seat next to Fox. We all took seats after that and drank when our drinks arrived. An hour into it, and I was more than buzzed. Rosalie swayed in her seat, smiling as Fox, Ryder, and Trent talked sports.
“Want to get a drink?” I leaned in to ask Rosalie.
“Sure.” She got to her feet, and I followed.
Fox looked at me and gave a slight nod of his head.
Fucking hell, he wanted me to do this. God help me, I wanted to. The alcohol definitely helped fuel that desire.
I placed my hand on the small of her back and steered her to the bar, eager to be alone with her.
“Six shots,” I said, tossing cash onto the bar.
