The door opens and Marco steps out and pulls me into his arms. “Princess.” Marco is the only one that I will allow to call me this. So don’t get any ideas. “Marco.” I cry—literally. “Oh Priss, come here and let me hold you.” Okay, Marco is the only one that I’d ever let call me Priss—see a pattern here? I step inside and he grabs my bags and hauls them into the foyer, shutting the door behind us. “Princess.” He pulls me back into arms then wipes away my tears. “What’s with the tears, babe?” I start to sob. “Jax…calls…me babe.” “Okay, no babe then.” “I’m so sorry Marco. I didn’t know where to go. The fucking press. I had to change cabs five times before I lost their tail.” “Well, you’re here now, and Henry and I will take care of you, Princess. Let’s take your things up to the guest room, and then we’ll have a little sit-down.” A little sit-down with Marco means we’ll talk and get smashed. We arrange my things then sit in the front room.
