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"Promise I won't be serenading anyone.” A broad grin spread across my lips.
"Perfect.”
“So you're Chloe?" I edged a step toward the stairs, needing Indi.
Chloe Duke, Rippton’s resident tennis star whose fan base might actually rival mine. That and her attitude toward the incessant media made me hope I’d made the right choice suggesting the place.
"You're the rock star."She held my stare for a minute, and then smiled.
The ice around her seemed to crack, sunlight blazing through.
"I can see why the media likes you."
She stared right back at me. "Ditto."
"If you're done fucking flirting," Nick muttered, squeezing her waist until she squeaked. "I don't think we've christened the bedroom yet, Chloe." He tipped her head back, holding her gaze as her cheeks pinked prettily.
"Jesus fucking Christ." A British accent with French twang at the end rippled up my backbone. "Move this pretty looking backside," Barclay, one of our resident royals, a next in line Marquis of something or other, and other titles, tapped my shoulder. "Talking to you, pretty boy."
I blinked, not entirely offended and moved aside. “Uh, thanks.”
Nick shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."
I rolled my lips at his pained expression as he surveyed Barclay. "Sorry man, I'm taken. She's upstairs in fishnets."
Barclay pulled a train of actual wooden chests into the house.
"The fuck man." Nick scratched his head. "I told you to leave the DND shit at home. Or maybe this is the BDSM collection?" He raised both eyebrows.
"It's my ancestor’s fucking armour. And it goes with me wherever I go." The royal panted. "Though last time I moved, my valet helped."
"God above." Chloe closed her eyes and swayed into Nick’s side. "What have we done?"
"Who knows? It'll be fun.” Nick pressed a kiss to her temple, looking down at her with the sort of love that I knew my heart was filled with when I thought of Indi. "Okay, kiddies. Unpack and be back down here in twenty minutes for drinking games. We have a housewarming to celebrate.”
I blinked. "I thought the party wasn't until tomorrow?"
"The party isn’t until tomorrow." Nick nodded, tucking Chloe in front of him, his hands wandering over her stomach. “But parties are so much more fun with a decent hangover. Plus, I haven't put the antimedia fence up yet."
"Did you hire the mafia?" I asked.
"No, I borrowed a couple of army mates with working dogs. They keep shit tight."
"You are the resource. Appreciate it. Bring home a few ring-ins and I’ll sit in on a decent chase.” The concept of watching paparazzi being chased by bloodthirsty working dogs really did it for me.
"Sure you're not gay?" Barclay whined, looking up from his luggage. "No? Pity. I have some friends who would love a piece of you."
“Pretty sure.” I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment or not but what the hell. I’d go with whatever as long as I got to get my ass up those stairs and claim Indi.
Barclay nodded like he expected no less and tugged his luggage train toward the stairs, sending me a pitiful glance.
Nick threw his head back and laughed filling the house with the sound of muted armour tinkling in the chests.
"Give the man a hand?" Barclay’s accent thickened.
Is he flirting with me?
"I got it." Nick waved me off. “Go pick a room before he does."
