In the foggy awareness of late morning, Alex was awakened to the sound of pounding. The door? He sat up halfway and glanced at their closed bedroom door. No, the noise would be louder.
He turned over again and smiled at the sleeping angel in his bed. Every kiss from the night before, every touch, every soft moan of pleasure came rushing back into his mind and he leaned forward to kiss her sleeping lips before snuggling back into the covers with her.
There was the pounding again. Alex sat up. Definitely a door. He remembered there were two doors to this suite and the one he was looking at was the interior door to their bedroom.
Alex pulled on a pair of sweats that lay beside the bed and didn’t bother with a shirt. Whoever was trying to get his attention pounded on the door again. The only person bold enough to awaken him from his marriage bed was his prince.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered as his bare feet padded across the Persian rug. He unlocked and pulled open the door to Prince Marcos standing there with a cell phone in his hand. “Whaduyou want?”
“Andrew’s been arrested,” Mark said with an angry scowl.
Alex opened the door enough to let Mark into the sitting room, then walked across the room to pull closed the bedroom door where his bride was still asleep—and without apparel. Although covered by tangled sheets and a comforter, he didn’t want her waking to company. He turned back to Mark. “Did you at least bring me caffeine or something?”
“No, you’re fine,” Mark snapped at him, pacing back and forth in the small space. “You can take a nap later.”
“Believe me, I will,” Alex mumbled under his breath then chuckled and barely hid a grin. He cleared his throat and raised his attention back to his prince, who now had a knowing smirk on his otherwise angry face. “You were saying? About Drew being arrested?”
“They pinned it all on him.” Mark sank into one of the leather armchairs that sat beside the bookcase. “There was no trace of Noah’s involvement. Everything was hidden behind the business name and Andrew Huron’s signature.”
“Noah’s getting off without even a slap on the wrist?” Alex shook his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“The factory and Drew’s office were raided by a team of FBI agents and they confiscated everything. Our business is pretty much defunct, and all the employees have lost their jobs.”
“We have to do something for them,” Alex said, sitting opposite Mark on the other chair. “We can’t just leave them all without employment.”
“I agree,” Mark said. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “I’ll send out a mass email to all the employees and tell them… something. I don’t know what. You got any suggestions?” He lifted his gaze and raised his eyebrows.
“Massive severance bonus checks?” Alex held open his hands and shrugged.
“Yeah, I’ll tell them we’re working on something. We can think about it and decide later.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Alex rose from the chair. “Can I go back to bed now, Your Highness? I was a little busy when you interrupted.”
“Sorry about that, man.” Mark stood and patted Alex on the shoulder as he headed for the outer door of the suite. “You really should go somewhere more private for your honeymoon.”
“And leave my prince when we’re in the middle of two murder investigations? Not a chance.”
“Thanks, man. That means a lot to me.” Mark returned to give Alex a half-hug-slash-handshake then wrinkled his nose and stepped back toward the door. “Gross, dude, you smell like perfume or… something. Ugh. I’m outta here.”
“Your own fault for showing up uninvited,” Alex called to Mark as he closed the outer door behind him. He reached up to turn the lock, then headed back to their bedroom with a soft smile of anticipation.