Page 32 of When We Fall: Part One
“I’m not. I’m home hanging with Ryder. It’s fine. What’s the bridge?”
“Never mind. We can go over it later. I don’t want to intrude. Have fun, OK? And I’m sorry about leaving with Ethan earlier?—”
“LeeLee, seriously?—”
“Ani.” She let out a soft laugh. “It’s fine. Really. It’ll give me time to go over it again. I may have acted prematurely with my excitement. I couldn’t sleep,” she muttered. “I’ll run over it again and then talk to you about it. I want it to be perfect.”
I sighed, a smile touching my lips.
So Rosalie.
“If that’s what you want. Do you want to talk about the bad dream?” The thought that she had them sickened me. I’d heard her screaming into the night before, back in the early days of being around her. All I’d wanted to do then was hold her tight, but I knew it would end with me in a shallow grave.
“I’m… I’m fine. Really. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, OK? I made cookies. I’ll bring you some.”
I chuckled. “You made cookies at two in the morning?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she repeated softly.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to go to her and hold her. Vow to keep her safe so she could sleep.
“I can come over?—”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ani. Have a drink for me.”
I sighed. “OK, LeeLee. Tomorrow.”
She bid me goodbye, and I stared at my phone, my heart in my throat.
“You going to tell Enzo?” Ryder called out. “Put your ass out of your misery?”
I said nothing, my throat tight. So many thoughts raced through my head, but I kept settling on one. Having her.
If I could just get a chance to show her what my love could be like.Fuck.
But I also wasn’t a selfish prick. Or at least I tried not to be. Doing this could hurt someone else.
I scrubbed my hand down my face.
“I’m going to think on it,” I mumbled, repeating what I’d been saying all night. Ryder sighed and shook his head at me before handing me another beer.
“Then let’s drink tonight to forget then,” he said.
I couldn’t agree more.
I wokewith a hangover from hell, but I stumbled out of bed and decided I couldn’t stand not being part of Rosalie’s life the way I wanted. I was going to tell Enzo.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was already mid-morning. I never slept this long. Thank fuck it was a weekend, though.
Forcing the butterflies from my guts, I hit Enzo’s name on my phone and listened as his phone rang.
“Yes?” His silky voice came over the line on the fourth ring.
“I have information,” I said.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Oh? I think you’re too late.”
I froze at his words, hoping Dominic wasn’t dead and I hadn’t fucked everything up. “What? Is Dominic?—”
