forty minutes tops. But I’d heard Nicco tell Luis they wanted to take the long route to make sure no one was following.
I was riding with Nicco, Arianne, and Enzo, and Arabella and Alessia were in another car with Matteo and Tristan.
That had caused some arguments. Nicco had wanted Tristan to ride with us and Enzo to ride with the girls. But Enzo had refused to budge. It would have been almost sweet if it wasn’t for the fact we were being forced to spend the weekend at the cabin while Antonio and his men dealt with the threat.
The threat the guys refused to tell us much about. I was pretty certain Nicco had given Arianne the lowdown. She was his wife and she had him wrapped around her little finger. But she was remaining tight-lipped, refusing to tell me anything.
So much for the sacred girl code of sisters before misters.
The SUV finally rolled to a stop. The sun was beginning to sink behind the tree line, the icy blast of wintry air a shock after the toasty warmth of the SUV.
Enzo offered me his hand, but I knocked it away, clambering out myself. I didn’t need him suddenly acting like my protector when I’d managed just fine without him the last few weeks.
My cell vibrated and I moved away from the group, to read Luca’s text.
Let me know you’re okay, please.
He was concerned when I said I had to go out of town for a family emergency. I wasn’t sure he completely bought the lie, but I didn’t have time to explain. Not that I could tell him anything.
I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.
Too late for that.
I smiled. Luca was one of the good guys. Even after Enzo’s sudden appearance in my life, he hadn’t done the typical guy thing of getting pissed or jealous or walking away.
But Enzo’s reappearance did complicate things because I didn’t want to be unfair and lead Luca on. Which is exactly what I’d told him this morning.
“Hey, who is that?” Arianne came over and nudged my shoulder.
“Er, no one.” I slipped my cell into my pocket.
“You’re a terrible liar.” She chuckled, lacing her arm through mine and guiding me toward the cabin. Enzo watched me like a hawk, but I refused to acknowledge him.
I’d been so determined to stand my ground with him this morning and then everything went to shit. Now I was stuck in close confines with him for the weekend.
We followed everyone inside, and Sia and Arabella immediately called dibs on their room.
“Me and Tristan can take the bunks,” Matteo said, disappearing after the girls.
I glanced around to see Enzo’s reaction, but he hadn’t come inside yet.
“How are you holding up?” Tristan asked me.
“Okay, I guess. I’d prefer to be back at MU though.”
“You and me both.” He grimaced. “Is Enzo always so—”
“So what?”
“Nothing, man.” Tristan slipped away with a sheepish expression.
“Where is everyone?” Enzo asked me, barely meeting my gaze.
“Gone to call dibs on their rooms.”
His eyes narrowed as he did the math. “Let me guess. Nicco plans on sharing with Arianne?”
“I think they’re already christening the bed.”
I’d seen Nicco pull her into the first bedroom down the hall.
“But there aren’t enough rooms.”
“You’re on the couch.” Matteo appeared.
“The fuck, man?” He gawked. “We always share.”
“You heard Uncle Toni, Tristan is our guest.” He smirked. “We can’t very well have him sleeping on the couch.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “You can take the other bed in my room.”
“Actually, you got the other king.”
“Oh.” My cheeks burned. “Well, I guess we can—”
“It’s fine,” Enzo gritted out, “I’ll take the couch.”
“Fine.” I grabbed my bag off the floor and stomped down the hall. I’d thought that maybe we could be adults and put whatever was or wasn’t between us aside, but I guess that was too much to ask. If Enzo wanted to sleep on the couch, then so be it.
Stubborn asshole.
The room was beautiful, just like the rest of the cabin. It was the perfect mix of rustic and modern. An ornately carved closet hugged the wall, beside it a matching dresser. The bed was the focal point on the opposite wall. I slung my bag down and perched on the edge of the bed.
A knock pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called.
“Hey.” Sia stuck her head around the door. “We wondered if you wanted to hang out?”
“Sure,” I said, tapping the bed. Alessia slipped into the room, Arabella following close behind.