“Same old shit. Just working.” This has been the week from hell at work. I couldn’t be happier that it’s Friday. “What about you?”
“Think I’m going to sell my house and buy something new.”
Raising my brows, I eye him over the plastic menu. “Really? How come?”
His house belonged to his parents before his dad died about ten years ago. With his passing, Enzo’s mom moved to Arizona to be closer to her sister, leaving the house to her son. He’s an only child and losing his dad and then pretty much simultaneously losing his mom was hard on him.
“Yeah, it’s time,” he mutters. “It’s falling apart, and it’s not worth it to me to fix every little thing.”
“Have you spoken to a realtor?”
“I have. Katie introduced me. It’s someone she shot a wedding for a couple months back.”
The server comes and takes our drink order; both of us getting a beer.
“Have you checked out any places yet?”
He shakes his head. “Not in person. It’ll be a while before I get the house listed, so there’s no point in looking now and getting my hopes up.” Enzo flicks his wrist, checking his watch before continuing. “I did go with Katie and Elias a few days ago to look at places for them, and there were some nice new developments I’d love to check out when the time is right.”
At the mention of Elias, my ears perk up. “Excuse me?”
His brows pinch. “What?”
“What do you mean, look at places for them?” The question comes out with much more aggression than I intended, and the weird look he’s giving me says he noticed it too. “I just mean, I didn’t know they were looking.”
I force my shoulders to relax as I sit back in the seat, hoping to appear not as worked up as I just sounded.
He laughs, shaking his head a little. “Not to buy. But you know, they’re getting a place together to rent. I went with them to check out a few of them.”
Forcing out my own chuckle, I say, “Oh, yes. Of course.”
That’s fucking news to me.
It’s been several days since I fucked Elias in my office, and while he left kind of huffy, things have seemingly been going okay. We’ve watched movies together the last two nights in a row, and even fooled around some more, so he seemed over whatever pissed him off that day.
He never brought up moving out.Does Valerie know?Surely, she would’ve said something to me if she did.
Our server brings us our drinks and takes our order, but I can’t focus. All I can think about is confronting Elias when I get home later. Find out what the fuck is going on. It’s a miracle I’m able to hold a conversation with Enzo at all because by the time our meal is over and I get in my car to head home, there isn’t a single thing I can recall talking to him about. It all went in one ear and out the other.
Pulling up at home, I notice Valerie isn’t here yet. She went to some wine tasting event with her sister, but Elias’s caris.
Storming into the house, I’m thankful I don’t run into Hilda. I don’t feel like small talk or trying to pretend I’m not fuming. Heading into the kitchen first, he isn’t there. I look out the window to see if he’s out back, maybe in the pool.
Nope.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I stop outside his room and try the door. Locked. I pound my fist on it, rattling the frame. “Elias, open up!”
It takes close to a minute before the door is pulled open and he comes into view. My eyes rake down his body, taking in the tiny shorts and no shirt.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I shove past him, stepping farther into the room.
“Um, clothes?” He crosses his arms over his bare chest. “What are you doing in here?”
I stop pacing in front of him, narrowing my eyes on him. “Had dinner with Enzo tonight.”
He watches me silently for a moment, as if to see if there’s more I’m going to say. “Okay… good for you?”
“Elias,” I growl. “I’m not in the fucking mood for your attitude today.”
