So Sabrina blinked in surprise when Marie smiled softly and took a step towards the truck. “Christophe. My name is Marie Christophe.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Marie Christophe.” The man nodded gently. His gaze drifted down to the necklace around Marie's neck, and his expression slowly straightened into something more serious, and unreadable.
Dante turned his gaze back to Sabrina. “I’m visiting my brother in town at the moment, you may know him.”
“Who’s your brother?” Sabrina asked.
“Cesare Lombardi.”
Marie let out a delicate snort. “Figures.”
“You’ve met?” Dante returned his gaze to Marie.
“Briefly.” Marie answered, turning to look at Sabrina, waiting to see how she wanted to respond.
Dante turned his dark eyed gaze back to Sabrina as well.
Sabrina fidgeted under the attention. “Have you seen him recently?” She asked awkwardly.
“Uh-huh.” Dante nodded, a shit eating grin beginning to stretch across his face.
Sabrina frowned. “Is he okay?”
“Oh, he's loosing his shit but its good for him every once and a while.” Dante shrugged. “He'll be fine when I tell him where you are, and that you're okay.”
Sabrina opened her mouth, but then closed it, unsure how to respond.
Marie had no such issue. She took another step towards the truck with her hands on her hips. “Well as you can see, she’s perfectly safe, and she’s a grown woman so she’s allowed to go wherever she pleases.” Her tone was matter of fact, and her voice heavily accented. “And if Cesare gets his panties in a twist, we'll be back at the rescue when we're good and ready.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened, and after a moment of silence, Dante chuckled. “Would you like me to tell him that?” He asked.
“Yes sir, I would.” Marie answered with a twang.
“Marie!” Sabrina let out a strangled sort of laugh. “I don’t want to make him mad.”
Marie turned to Sabrina, her southern accent thickening. “Why not? If lover-boy is mad when we return, you’re going to get mad right back until he buys you a new Prada bag.”
Dante snorted.
“Was that funny?” Marie asked, piquing a brow.
“No ma’am.” Dante shook his head. “I don’t suppose either of you would like a ride back to the rescue?”
“We’re walking, but thank you. You may go now.” Marie tilted her head imperiously.
“Thank you for your leave, your royal highness.” Sarcasm dripped from Dante’s voice, but his dark hazel eyes shone with visible amusement. “I’ll see you ladies later.”
“Nice to meet you.” Sabrina nodded.
“Thank you, Sabrina, likewise.” Dante answered with a grin.
He turned his attention to Marie. The pixie of a girl met his gaze head on but remained silent. “Princess.” He drawled, as he tipped the front of his baseball cap in her direction.
“Sir.” She answered back with an amused purse to her lips.
Dante’s eyes smoldered as he gave her a final look, before slowly driving off.
“What wasthat?” Sabrina asked, turning to Marie, who was still watching the truck as it faded from view down the coastal roadway.
