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He leans over me and presses a kiss to my temple, then murmurs, “Have a good nap,bella mia. I’ll make your favorite for lunch.”
“BBQ pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw and fries?”
“Just the way you like it.”
Enzo gets up and walks to the door, but stops when I say, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
He gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Anything for you.”
Leaving the door slightly open, he disappears down the hallway.
I lie in his bed for several long minutes, but my mind won’t quiet down.
I mean, Enzo just told me he loves me!
My bottom lip juts out, and when the tears come, I cry into the pillow.
Sob your little heart out, then get your shit together, because life has to go on, whether you’re ready or not.
Chapter 23
Enzo
While I prepare the pulled pork and make coleslaw, so they’re ready once Rosie is up, worry gnaws at me until it feels like I’m being backed into a corner.
I didn’t expect that reaction from Rosie.
Not once did it cross my mind she wouldn’t want to be with me. I didn’t arrogantly expect her to fall into my arms, but she’s made it very clear she loves me.
What the fuck am I missing?
By the time everything we’ll need for lunch is in the fridge, there’s a weird urgency in me to get to the bottom of what’s keeping Rosie from accepting my love.
You need to be fucking patient, dumbass.
Rosie’s been through hell. She can’t deal with my shit on top of the horrors she’s suffered.
We haven’t even talked about her time in Russia.
Slow down. Right now, she needs her friend, not a brand-new relationship.
I wipe down the counter, and hearing soft footsteps, I glance at the entrance to the kitchen.
When Rosie walks in, looking even paler than before I put her to bed, I feel like an asshole for dumping a love proposal on her.
“You didn’t nap?” I ask, my tone strained.
She shakes her head. Coming right at me, I’m surprised when she wraps her arms around my waist and presses her face to my chest.
But then her shoulders jerk, and I engulf her in a tight embrace.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologize again.
Rosie shakes her head, and her voice is muffled and raw as she cries, “I’m overwhelmed, and as I was about to doze off, I remembered everything that happened, and then I couldn’t stop thinking about the prison and the hackers and the dead and the shit I saw on the monitors, and now I’m just spiraling and need you.”
Fucking hell, she’s just skimmed over the tip of the iceberg that’s her trauma, and it hurts like a bitch. I know it’s going to break me once she tells me everything.
“I’m here,” I assure her. “In whatever way you need me.”
