Rosaline Sinclair is on the run.
After barely escaping with her life, Rosaline flees Los Angeles to the streets of New York City. Desperate for a job, she struggles to stay hidden from an unknown enemy.
Damon Cohen is to be feared.
He works as the r...
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"Just let me smell it. One little sniff." I pleaded.
Rosaline looked at me with guilt, staring at the sushi platter Damon made for her. Just looking at it made my mouth water as I saw the rolls piled up with Damon's special sauce.
"But Xavier said–"
"He's not here, Rosie. He won't be back from his mission until late tonight."
It was a miracle that Xavier went on a job out of state. Xavier had practically put us both on house arrest, wanting us to nest here until the baby arrived. Being almost nine months pregnant, Xavier had been glued to my side until he received an urgent message on a mission in Louisiana. If it hadn't been dire, I was sure Xavier would have sent Damon.
Rosaline pushed her plate to the side, hiding the food behind items on the counter. She blinked her big brown eyes and gave me an innocent smile. If I didn't know how genuine and sweet she was, I would have snapped her head off. Rosie had been taking care of me since I found out I was pregnant, giving me massages and helping me with tasks when Xavier wasn't available. Without her, I would have gone insane or murdered my husband by now.
My emotional and physical state went back and forth. I could be feeling fantastic and then I sneeze and pee my pants. I could be yelling at Xavier and then I would get giddy when the baby started kicking.
But I blamed my inconsistent state on the one who turned me into a bloated whale.
Now I was just exhausted and ready to get this child out of me. My due date was in a few days and I was struggling to get comfortable. My pelvis hurt whenever I sat or walked, the swelling in my feet was killing me, and I just wanted to eat the food I wasn't allowed to eat.
Seeing the defeat on my face, Rosaline came over and gave me a hug.
"How about I cook something for you? I know how to make some mean waffles." Rosaline offered.
"Add whip cream and chocolate syrup and you got yourself a deal." I said, waddling over to a stool to watch Rosaline cook. It was amazing to watch Rosaline dance around the kitchen, easily grabbing ingredients. It was crazy to think that six months ago, Rosaline didn't even know how to use a mixer, much less bake. Damon took her under his wing, becoming a little chef herself.
It was also refreshing to see Rosaline at peace. Rosaline had been through hell and back, and I couldn't have picked a better person to be with Damon. She made him more open and protective, even more talkative. If you told me all those years ago that Damon would panic over a girl, I would have laughed in your face.
I grimaced as my body churned, a sharp pain hitting me down my lower abdomen.
"Are you okay?" Rosaline asked as she scooped up some batter.
"Just more Braxton Hicks." I waved off, easily dismissing her concern.
"You sure?"
"This isn't my first rodeo. My body just likes to be a fucking tease."
