“Last night, you said someone wants me?—”
“I will be taking care of it, okay?”
I frown. “I still want to know.”
“We’re wasting time,” he murmurs, coming back in close. “We could be doing other things.”
He takes my hand and places it on his erection beneath his jeans. Its girth something I automatically wrap my fingers around as I marvel that it actually fits in me. And?—
I snatch my hand away. “Your sister?—”
“You didn’t worry about her when I was getting you off.”
I narrow my eyes. “I never asked for you to get me off. And she could have walked in.”
“No, she’s practicing violin. That’s a couple of hours of time.”
As he says that, I can hear some strains of notes.
“First, she spends time going through everything without putting the bow to strings. I don’t actually think that is how most do it, but that is what she does. Then she starts working on her technique, as she wants… But you don’t care about that.”
I push him. “I care.”
“It’s boring. I don’t. I care about her face when she plays. it is like she’s part of it all.”
Damn him, softening me with words like that.
“Can’t make coffee to save her life, though.”
“Enzo, about this threat?—”
“I’m working on it.” Then he cocks his head. “Simon’s back. Maybe Cade’s here, too.”
He steps away, taking the cold waffle from me and leaving me the terrible coffee. “Look, it is going to be fine. You’re here, under my protection. That means something, right?”
I take a wobbling breath. “Yeah. I guess it does.”
If what he says is true, if Dad sold me to some mafioso man, or if someone thinks I have got the information Dad had that must have kept him alive until his conscience caught up along with the authorities and he went and took his only way out, then I have never been protected.
Dad didn’t protect me.
And who else is there?
I breathe in.
Enzo.
Right here and now.
“Good.” He kisses me once more and then turns and marches out of the kitchen.
I sink against the kitchen island, my legs shaking.
I want to text Alex and let him know what is going on.And I want to let Ruby know I won’t be in. But from how Enzo spoke, it sounds like the office knows I’m not coming in.
Christ, it must look as suspicious as it is. Both of us not there.
I straighten up.
