**Arena
Mateo moved beneath me, and I peeled my eyes open. “Mateo?” I asked groggily.
“It’s alright, mi tesora. We’ve just arrived at the safehouse,” Mateo replied, kissing my forehead.
The safehouse. I looked out the window and had to bite back a laugh. It wasn’t as big as Mateo’s other home, true, but it was still a mansion, not some bunker in the woods.
“Jeeves,” Mateo said once his trusty driver had come to our door, “would you mind going in and getting us a couple of robes? I’m not sure my Arena wants to parade naked in front of our guests.”
Jeeves nodded and headed into the mansion.
“Guests?” I looked at Mateo as he got us sitting upright, with me in his lap.
Mateo kissed my nose. “Well, we weren’t the only ones in danger.”
“Oh.” I wondered who was inside.
We waited in companionable silence until Jeeves returned. Jeeves stood next to the town car and held out the larger robe.