We drove past a long line of houses, through the country, until we came to a house that was more isolated.
“I thought you said they lived on the property?”
“Cazzo’s at the edge of the property.”
“It’s a big property,” I muttered. “Is that his house, too?” I asked, pointing to the second, smaller house further back.”
“Uh, yeah. Vanessa’s mother lives there.”
“Wow.”
Color me impressed. For being in security, everyone seemed to do really well for themselves. Which reminded me of a comment that Derek made while we were at DeLuca’s apartment. He said something about Rob being rich, but I didn’t buy it. Rob certainly didn’t dress like he had money. Nothing in his house was fancy, and his truck was just a truck. He didn’t even have leather seats.
A large man opened the door and stalked out, his thick thighs nearly bouncing with every step. Geez, did these guys take steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
“You know, we’re not a diner,” the man grumbled.
“Give me a break. My wife is hungry. The least you could do is feed her,” Rob said, wrapping his arm around my waist, tugging me closer to him.
The man nodded. “Cazzo.”
“That’s a nickname, right?”
“Yeah. My real name is Sam.”
That was so much better than Cazzo. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Krista.”
“The woman who finally snagged Rob,” he grinned. “Vanessa will be excited to meet you. Come on. She’s making Belgian waffles.”
My stomach grumbled at the mere mention of waffles. They were basically a food group all on their own, but I didn’t know how to make them, and I was too lazy to get up and get breakfast at the diner.
“Where are the kids?” Rob asked, shutting the door behind us.
“Knight has them training early this morning. He said they’re getting fat and lazy.”
I gasped in horror. “He said that to children?”
“You’ve met Knight, right?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. I mean, he’s a little gruff, but?—”
“That was probably nice compared to the way he usually is. But he’s not wrong. They are getting lazy.”
A woman with long, dark hair and a body to kill for walked out of the kitchen with a cute apron tied around her waist. It wasn’t hard to figure out that she was his wife, especially when she slid her hand over his ass, then leaned in to kiss him.
“Who’s getting lazy?”
“The kids.”
“Right,” she said slowly, holding out her hand for me. “I’m Vanessa. You must be Krista.”
“Guilty as charged,” I laughed, feeling like I was missing out on something important.
“Come on. You can watch while I make breakfast,” she winked.
I wasn’t normally so uncomfortable around strangers, but this whole place was another level of crazy that I wasn’t used to. Luckily, everything seemed pretty normal here, so far. But I wasn’t letting down my guard.
“So, tell me how you met Rob,” she said as she whipped the batter.