Page 20 of Royally Lucky

“Oh my god, Sutton. Thank the lord Kendrick found you. Well, thank all our men. Are you okay? Are you hungry? Come inside, let’s get you checked out,” Ayesha said, each question fired at Sutton like a general on a mission.

Sutton grinned. It was impossible not to love the petite woman.

“See, I told you she would be impossible to live with if I didn’t bring you here.” King held the door open for them.

Kendrick kissed her forehead, shocking any words she’d have said from her mind.

They filed in, with Andre standing guard at the door. She peered over Kendrick’s shoulder. “Is he not coming in?”

“He will stand guard,” Kendrick growled.

Sutton growled at the anger in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Passerotta. Keeping you safe is my priority. We got royally lucky to find you tonight before...well, I’ll not risk anything else happening on my watch,” he soothed.

The large modern farmhouse definitely ticked all her boxes on what she envisioned for her own.

Kendrick carried her up through the mudroom into the kitchen. His breathing even like she weighed nothing.

“I can walk.”

“And I enjoy having you in my arms. Allow me to carry you.”

Inside, she expected him to put her down in one of the chairs around the table, but he followed Ayesha. They moved through the house until she stopped in the great room. An older man she recognized as Doc got up from a recliner.

“Hello, Sutton. How’re you doing?”

Kendrick surprised her by settling them onto the vast sectional with her still on his lap. His hand lifted her legs, helping her straighten them so that they stretched out onto the cushions to the side of them.

“She hurt her ankle and was drugged, Doc,” Kendrick said, a deep rumble rattled his chest.

Sutton placed her palm over his heart. “I’m fine. A little banged up, but it could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Doc, for all of our sakes, don’t listen to her. Do your thing, and after you ensure she’s fine, I plan to see that she rests for however long you say she needs to.”

Sutton leaned back, narrowing her eyes to stare up at him. With her pointer finger, she poked his chest. “Listen, I can speak for myself, and for your information, I happen to know better than anyone whether I’m injured.”

KENDRICK LIFTED SUTTON’Sfinger to his lips, biting the pad. “Are you trying to get spanked for being a brat, Passerotta?” he tossed the question at her, enjoying the heat flaring in her eyes.

Sutton’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. She licked her lips, making his dick jump in his slacks.

“If the two of you can hold off on the spanking until I check Sutton out, that would be amazing.” Doc’s words interrupted them.

“Don’t let me stop you, Doc.” Kendrick kept his arms around Sutton. There were only a couple of things that would get him to release her. None included the Doc inspecting her ankle. From the things he’d taken note of while in that dirty room, he didn’t think the fucker had raped her.

“You know, the taking a look at my patient is a lot easier when said patient isn’t sitting on—oh, forget it. I’ve dealt with enough men like King to know when I’m wasting my breath.” Doc shook his head. He turned toward a table and grabbed a leather bag.

“Here you go, Doc. Brought you a rolling chair so you could have a seat while dealing with men like my brother.”

Kendrick looked up to see a man who could pass for King.

“Thank you, Duke. Now, if everyone would clear out except for the man holding Sutton, that would be good. I think this is breaking all kinds of doctor-patient shit as it is,” Doc sighed.

To Kendrick’s surprise, the man named Duke and everyone else moved out of the large room, leaving the three of them alone.

“Wow, you have a superpower there, Doc. I’m impressed.” Kendrick eyed the older man with respect.

“Oh, don’t let them fool you. They’re all probably hovering within hearing distance. Alright, let me take a look at your ankle first.”

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