Page 37 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

A loud rap on the door startled her. She jumped up from his lap. His hands kept her in front of him.

Jeter got to his feet and moved around the table, holding her hand as he walked to the door. “It’s okay. Enzo and Sophie are probably here.”

“Shit, will they like me?” she asked, shaking out her hands like she was going to box. For fuck’s sake, she felt like they were going on a date.

He tapped her on the ass. “They’d love you when they get to know you, babe.”

Tori clamped her lips closed as he pulled the door open. Her eyes zeroed in on the woman who had pushed the tall man aside. She walked in carrying a four-pack of coffee that smelled heavenly. Enzo entered carrying a bag of what she hoped was breakfast, making him an angel in her eyes, too. Her stomach rumbled.

“Sounds like we showed up just in time,” Sophie said, holding up the tray of coffee.

“You are a goddess.” Tori didn’t care if it was black with no cream. She’d guzzle it straight and burn every last tastebud she possessed.

“You got choices, girlfriend. I have a venti vanilla latte, a venti caramel macchiato, or two venti black coffees with a dash of cream for you to choose from.” Sophie placed the four-pack on the counter and drummed her fingers next to them.

“Um, which is your favorite?” she asked the other woman.

Sophie shook her head and made the long, dark tresses dance around her shoulders. “Nope, you’re the guest, so you get topick first. PS. If I were you, I’d choose one of the first two,” she whispered loudly.

Tori looked at Jeter to see he was smiling. “I’ll take the vanilla latte if it’s alright with all of you.”

“Excellent choice. I’ll take the caramel one. That leaves the two blacks for these two grumps, who I bet need their caffeine fix asap.” Sophie passed the men their drinks, then gave Tori hers before snagging her own.

However, it wasn’t lost on her how Sophie gave Enzo his coffee first. He kissed her and petted her hair afterward, too.

Tori sipped her drink and stared at the couple. She had to tear her eyes away and found Jeter’s gaze on her.

“We stopped and picked up some breakfast burritos. Sophie said everyone likes them. Who am I to argue that logic?” Enzo ripped the bag open instead of pulling items out.

“You’re such a beast, Enzo. This is why I take care of the domestic things,” Sophie muttered. She went to the cabinets near the fridge and pulled out some paper plates.

Enzo sat down at the table, watching Sophie move around the room, gathering napkins and forks.

He shook his head and looked at Jeter. “You should see her at home. My little domesticated kitten.”

Tori heard his Jersey accent slip out as he spoke of Sophie with such affection. Although he appeared gruff, she didn’t doubt he’d kill for the woman.

When Sophie returned with the plates and other things she had searched for, Enzo tugged her onto his lap. They each took a foil-wrapped burrito onto a plate and began eating it. As Sophie had deemed, everyone loved the damn things. How she’d never had one before that day, she didn’t know. She made a mental note to add it to her list—dammit, they were leaving Chicago.

“This is delicious, Sophie, and Enzo. Thank you for thinking of us,” she told them between bites. Manners are important, especially when someone does nice things for you.

A slight blush bloomed on the other woman’s face. She was truly a stunning woman. Probably a few years older than her. Tori would put Sophie in the mid to upper twenties. She was several inches taller and thinner, but that could be because of her height. Her hair was long and silky looking, something Tori had before she’d gone into hiding. However, her eyes made her look more exotic than Tori’s Italian heritage. She wondered if Sophie had some Asian or Middle Eastern heritage.

“So there you go. We’re going to go with you guys. We have a few other brothers for backup in case shit goes south.”

She blinked and realized she’d zoned out on part of their conversation. “Wait, what?”

“Enzo and Sophie are going to let us take her vehicle to your place, since Sophie’s car won’t be on anyone’s radar. Unlike your Bronco, her black Mercedes hopefully won’t draw attention,” Jeter explained the plan.

Chapter Nineteen

Tori didn’t like the idea of the other couple sticking their neck out for her. She hated knowing Jeter nearly died, thanks to her. She didn’t think she could live with herself if anything happened to one of them. “Why can’t we just use your car, and you guys drive mine until we return?”

Enzo raised a brow. His eyes darted to Jeter’s. “Is she worried about our safety?”

“Yeah. Isn’t she cute?” Jeter asked.

She lifted her middle fingers on both hands, giving them the bird. “I have something cute for both of you.”

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