I wasn’t sure where this conversation was going. All I could do was stand back, so to speak, and see where it went.
“Do you love him? Because I don’t want to lead him in a way that will only hurt him in the end.”
“Enzo,” I turned my body, keeping my wet hands on the sink so as not to get him wet. “Who has met him and not loved him? I fell in love with that man out there weeks ago. He means the world to me. Same as you.”
He seemed to want to say something more, but then decided to keep whatever thought he had locked away.
Enzo did that quite often.
Before he could say anything else, Emery came inside. He paused in the doorway, looking between us.
Enzo took that moment to step back, then tilted his head towards the living room.
The third time a cupboard was slammed in the kitchen, I hefted a sigh, debating with myself for another full minute before I stood from the chair out on the porch.
Enzo had asked to take over breakfast duties today, and I gladly let him. Except, he demanded I sit out here because apparently, I was making him nervous if I was in sight.
Walking into the kitchen, I wasn’t sure what I expected. Emery was still in the living room, watching something on his tablet. I was glad to see him using it, finally.
When Enzo saw me, he shot me a glare. I simply lifted a brow, waiting him out. By now, I knew it didn’t mean he wanted me to smother alive in ashes. Well, hopefully not.
“Need help?”
“No.” The word was a near growl.
I had a feeling whatever was making him crabby had something to do with what he had wanted to talk to me about last night.
“Then can you explain why there’s a need to slam every cupboard in here?” I kept my voice calm but stern.
“Nope.”
I squinted my eyes at him. At that small look, he stood taller, as if daring me to do something.
“Okay then, I’ll just go back out and enjoy the nice day while I can.” I gave him a nod, leaving him to his stewing.
Once I was back in my chair, I didn’t think as I pulled my phone to my ear, already dialing the one person who would be able to give me some advice.
“Wow. Twice in one month. That’s a new record.” Collin’s voice answered after the second ring.
“Not my fault.” Well, not exactly. “But I need...”
“Help?”
“Kind of. Not…I don’t know. God, I’m a mess, Collin.”
“Tell me the problem.”
“Why is there a guy in my kitchen slamming crap around instead of talking to me?”
“First off, it’s a guy. Do we ever talk like we should?” Collin’s laugh didn’t help me at all. Even if it was true. “Second of all, it’s probably an issue I can’t exactly help with.” Why the hell was he so amused?
“Collin…” I sighed, a plea almost.
“Just talk to him, Ry. Geeze. Not that hard.”
“Enzo isn’t the talkative type.”
“Then he’ll talk to Scarlett when he’s ready. Or Emery. Or you. Just give it time.”
