“How on earth are we supposed to stay dressed long enough to sit through tonight’s rehearsal dinner?” Aaron mumbled close to Felicia’s ear, pulling her hair aside to trail kisses along her throat.
“They don’t actually need us there, right?” Felicia reached for the buttons of Aaron’s shirt. “Let’s just stay here.”
“Your Highness, need I remind you that you are in mixed company?” the limo driver called from the front seat. “You may want to wait until later tonight for any further… uh… entanglements.”
Aaron groaned and reluctantly shifted Felicia so that she was no longer straddling his waist and set her on his legs sideways. A much less compromising position. She snuggled into his arms like he was holding a baby. He could still feel every inch of her body where a regrettably present article of clothing draped between him and his new bride. He admitted the limo driver had a point. He needed to calm down and wait for later tonight. As tortuous as that would be.
“My father warned me that we needed to be there, and be on time,” Aaron told Felicia, not expecting the limo driver, Dalton to answer.
“Which is why I’m breaking the speed limit on your behalf because I had to drag you out of bed by your ears,” Dalton said.
“I could fire you for that,” Aaron said.
“No, you can’t. Your father has been paying my salary longer than you’ve been alive. And I’d bet a million dollars he’d take my side over yours on this one.”
“You don’t have a million dollars,” Aaron said.
“How do you know? Your father pays me handsomely to be at his beck and call. And unfortunately, your beck and call,” Dalton grumbled.
“I usually drive myself,” Aaron said. “It’s not my fault he made you come back for me.”
“He knew you wouldn’t get out of bed on time and you’d ruin your brother’s rehearsal dinner. There are going to be senators, royalty, and dignitaries at this wedding, you know.”
“Yes, I’m very aware of that,” Aaron said. “Present company included.”
“Are you mad at each other?” Felicia asked with true concern on her face.
“Yes,” Aaron said.
“No,” Dalton said simultaneously. “Your husband is very easy to tease. He always has been.”
“He calls it teasing,” Aaron said. “I call it torture and abuse.”
“You don’t know the definition of torture and abuse,” Dalton said.
“Actually, I do.” That sobered Aaron right up and calmed his body down. Thinking of all those girls who were still in captivity made him feel guilty that he and Felicia were in America rather than trying to rescue them. He gently moved his bride off his lap and held her hand. “That’s why we need to make it a point to have a conversation with Senator Alejandro Cohen at the reception. We need to see if we can get some help from the U.S. government.”
“Do you think he will help us?” Felicia asked, biting her lower lip. That was very distracting, but Aaron attempted to focus his thoughts.
“I hope so,” Aaron said. “He is my grandfather, after all.”
“Is there anything the senator can actually do to help though?” Dalton asked.
“I don’t know,” Aaron answered honestly. Aaron’s first thought was how forward the limo driver was to butt into their private conversation, but then remembered that Dalton knew way more than Aaron did about pretty much everything. By sitting in Dalton’s limo, Aaron had de facto included Dalton in their conversation. Plus, he and Felicia needed all the help they could get.