“Enzo and her cooked together,” Cole said. “They danced, but it was horizontal. Guess we have that on you.”
“Cole,” Ethan snapped at him. “Knock it off. Laz is here.”
Laz didn’t look like he gave a shit about what was going on around him because he was mowing through his pancakes.
“Well, he’s not her dance partner anymore, Scott. That’s me these days,” I said.
Enzo got up, took his plate to the sink, rinsed it off, and put it into the strainer. He walked away without another word and left completely, the front door closing behind him.
Good. Mission accomplished.
“Laz, come on,” Ethan said, getting up after finishing his food. “We’ll be late for school. Rosalie, thank you for breakfast. It was delicious.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied softly, staring at him.
I shifted, my heart in my throat. The way she was looking at him was the way she stared at the guys back home.
Fuck.
She certainly didn’t look at me like that.
My heart sank, but I’d already told myself it wasn’t happening and to let shit go.
Ethan took his and Laz’s plates to the sink and washed them before turning to Rosalie.
I watched stiffly next to Cole, who stared at them with me.
“Can I text you? While you’re away?” Ethan asked softly as he stared down at Rosalie.
She nodded.
“OK. Um, I will. I… thanks. For this. It means a lot to us.”
“It’s no problem. I like doing it.”
He smiled at her. His hand twitched like he wanted to touch her, but he backed away before Laz ran in and hugged Rosalie again.
She hugged him back before he released her and rushed off with Ethan. They left, leaving me with Rosalie and Cole.
I got up and washed my plate, noting that Cole had tugged Rosalie onto his lap and was murmuring to her as he peppered her with kisses along her jaw.
I turned around to see Cole had claimed her lips. His eyes were open, though, and he stared back at me.
Challenging me.
Prick.
I was the wrong fucking guy to challenge because I had no issue taking that smug look off his face.
And who knew. Maybe I would.
41
ROSALIE
“It’s pretty,” I murmured, staring at the apartment Klaus got us, my phone in hand. “Klaus… this is… wow.”
“You love it?” Klaus called out through the video call.
