“No.I’m part Chinese.Kayn’s the one who’s part Korean, but he’s useless in the kitchen.My Irish grandmother raised me and taught me how to cook.”
“Someday you’ll have to tell me your story.”
“And someday you’ll have to tell me how Sara’s guest ended up being a princess.”
Quinn groaned.“It’s a horror story, believe me.”
The door opened again and a man almost as tall as Coop entered, juggling a couple of trays while a slender dark woman with a complicated hairstyle of tiny braids followed.She carried a sleeping baby with an amazing shock of red curly hair.
“That’s Darius, Eve, and their baby, Bruce,” Sona said.
“Let me help you with those,” Quinn said, hurrying over to take a tray from the man.
“You can put Bruce in my office,” Sara said.“Ezreal added extra soundproofing, and I have a baby monitor in there.”
“Perfect.”
Quinn had just put the tray on the counter when the door opened again.Another Asian woman stepped through.She carried a large casserole with oven mitts, while the dark-haired man who followed her held several bags of different kinds of chips.
“That’s the CEO, Rafe Davis,” Heath said from beside Quinn.“His wife, Ahri, is Kayn’s sister.”
“It’s so nice of them to do this.”Tears burned at the back of her eyes.She couldn’t believe these busy, important people would disrupt their schedules to help someone they didn’t even know.
Quinn was about to voice her thoughts when her phone pinged.Her body went cold, and her hands shook.Heath gently took it from her and opened the message.
“He says he’s here, and his driver wants to know where to park.”
“Is that a text?”Rafe asked, coming to stand beside them.“Can I call him back?”
“It’s an email,” Quinn admitted.“I’ve refused to give him my phone number.”
“I have his number.”Viktor offered his cell to the CEO.
“Thank you.”Rafe glanced around the room.“Everyone, spread dishes with half-eaten food on them around the room.This needs to look like our party’s been going for a while.”
“We’ve got this,” his wife called from the kitchen where she was slicing up a cake.The others scrambled to do as he said.
“Are you ready for this?”Rafe asked Quinn, his eyes full of sympathy.
She nodded, and he pushed a button on the phone, though he surprised her by putting it on speaker.
“Viktor?”The deep voice didn’t wait for a reply but went into what sounded like a tirade not in English.She realized she didn’t know what language they spoke in Glenloria and glanced at the viscount.He had a crease between his brows, and his cheeks had flushed.
“Excuse me,” Rafe interrupted, but the king carried on.Rafe spoke louder, almost shouting.“This is not Viscount von Essenberg.My name is Rafe Davis, and I’m the CEO of REKD Gaming.Where are you right now?”
The king went silent for a couple of seconds and then spoke softly in that same language.He must have handed off the phone because someone else spoke, the man giving an intersection.
“You’re not far,” Rafe said.“One of my bodyguards will be out in the driveway to show you where to park.See you in a few minutes.”He hung up the phone and handed it back to Viktor before pulling out his own.
“Bill, they’re on their way.And your guys will search them, just like you would anyone else?”He paused, listening.“All right.”
When he hung up, Viktor asked, “Why are you subjecting him to a search?”
“It’s not our intent to cause an international incident.My head of security insisted, since we have only the man’s word that he is who he says he is.”
“I will vouch for him.Is my word sufficient?”
“Yes.I’ll tell Bill.”Rafe pulled out his phone again and stepped to the side.
