“I hope you like waffles.”
I smiled as I entered the kitchen. “I actually love waffles. You know how to make waffles?”
He chuckled. “With a waffle maker, it’s one of the easiest things to make. All you have to do is pour the mix, close, and wait for the timer to go off.”
“I guess that is pretty simple. You better not mess them up,” I teased.
Rolling his eyes, he smirked. “I don’t mess up.”
“That’s right, you wolves are supposed to be perfectionists, right?”
Enzo shrugged. “In that aspect, yes. But with everything else, I don’t think I am.”
I went to the fridge and grabbed the carton of iced coffee. “Yeah, you don’t really seem that uptight. Most perfectionists are.”
He laughed again. I loved the husky sound. “Thanks, I guess.”
I filled the glass with ice, poured the coffee in, then sat down at the table. “You’re welcome.”
Enzo carried two plates stacked with waffles to the table. After setting them down, he went back and grabbed syrup and butter, then sat down across from me.
I didn’t want to start eating even though I was starving. I had fallen asleep while Enzo had made dinner so I hadn’t eaten anything since we had the s’mores and hot cocoa.
“This looks yummy,” I said, pouring syrup all over my waffles. “I don’t even remember the last time I had waffles.”
Enzo was already eating, nodding in response. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my first bite.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked. “More security?”
He smirked. “Some. But I had something a little different in mind, too.”
I arched a brow, intrigued. “What?”
He took another bite. “Target practice.”
My chest tightened and I stiffened. “What do you mean target practice?”
He chuckled. “Well, you said last night that you’ve never shot a gun before. Today, we’re going to change that.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. “Why?”
He brought his eyes from his plate up to mine. “Because I don’t know how many men the Sorellos will send. And if I go down …”
“Don’t say that,” I interrupted, my voice laced with fear. The thought of Enzo being hurt or killed made me more upset than I wanted to admit.
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “If I go down, I want you to be able to defend yourself as best as possible. So, I’m going to train you.”
My heart was pounding from a combination of fear and excitement. “Train me how?”
“Well, like I said, we’ll start with target practice while we can. Then, once the storm hits and we’re stuck inside, we can work on hand-to-hand combat.”
“Hand-to-hand combat? Like fighting?” I asked.
Enzo laughed. “Yes, princess, like fighting. I’m going to teach you different defensive tactics and maneuvers.”
An image of Enzo pinning me to the ground popped in my mind. I shook the thought away, trying to focus. Instead oftelling him I already knew how to defend myself, I nodded. “Okay.”
“Good.” He took the last bite of his waffles, then stood. “Finish your breakfast and get dressed. Wear something warm, but comfortable. We’re starting in ten.”
