He sent me a fond smile. “How about we drop this off at the reception desk—I’m sure Radu won’t mind eating it for us.” Just as I was about to pout at the loss of food, he snorted again. “Don’t pout. We’ll pick something up on the way. We can get enough food for Keryth and the girls too.”
“I like that plan.”
“Good.”
He was always so confident and sure of himself that I almost missed the way his body tensed the closer we got to the main floor, or the way his eyes were tight around the edges. He was nervous.
“Hey, Rome?”
He turned to me. “Yeah?”
“It’s gonna be okay. My dad will apologize, and you guys will work it out.” I shoulder-bumped him. “I promise it’ll be okay.”
He blew out a long breath. “Thanks.”
The elevator stopped, and we both started a brisk walk toward the reception desk.
“Radu?” Roman said, placing the tray on the counter. “We’ve been called out and don’t have time to eat this. Would you like it?”
“Really?”
Rome nodded. “Yep.” With one hand, he quickly slipped the keycard out from under the plate and into his pocket as he pushed the tray closer to the guy with his other hand. “Have a good day.”
“You too. Thanks for this.”
We both gave him a wave before heading out. With any luck, my dad didn’t have security on the lookout for Roman. I wasn’t sure how seriously he was taking Rome’s imprisonment, buthopefully, he didn’t want anyone to know how nutty he was behaving and was keeping everything on the down-low. Only time would tell.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roman
The last thing I expected when I woke up in that cell was for Oakley to come get me out.
No. Actually, the last thing I expected was to be cracking up laughing with Oakley as we ran full speed to my car.
I knew for a fact that Oak’s car had a tracker on it that Garrick had access to, so we had to take mine. As far as I knew, there was no tracker, although I’d have to do a search when we made it to whatever restaurant Oak wanted food from.
We both jumped into the car, slammed the doors, looked at each other, and cracked up again.
“Fucking hell,” I murmured. “I thought for sure the guards were gonna come after us.”
“I thought so too. But we’re not out of the woods yet.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” I turned on the car, put it indrive, and pulled out of the parking spot. “Why don’t you pick a restaurant and put an order in? We can pick it up on the way.”
Oakley glanced behind us, probably looking for a tail. “Um… why don’t we just order delivery when we get there? I don’t want to risk getting caught because I couldn’t wait an extra twenty minutes for food.”
“You sure?”
“The last thing I want to do is to have to break you out of a cell again, so yes. I’m sure.”
“Fair enough.” I shot them a smile and headed toward Anton and Keryth’s house.
I couldn’t believe how this day had gone. From telling Garrick, to his reaction, to waking up in a damn cell.
But most of all, I couldn’t believe I’d finally talked to Oakley, and that they didn’t reject me. They fucking kissed me back and climbed on my lap, and holy shit, I needed to stop thinking about that before I embarrassed myself or made them uncomfortable.
I really wanted to take them to bed, but I also didn’t want to rush them. I didn’t want them to feel like I was pressuring them either. I could wait.
