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backseat, settling herself in the far corner. Julius was immediately sitting beside her. She swallowed thickly as he squeezed up close to her side, then forced herself to watch Christian take the fold-down seat across from her. Marcus laid claim to the other, leaving Tiny to try to squeeze himself into what was left of the bench seat on the other side of Julius. It forced him to shift even closer to her. Marguerite took a deep breath to try to calm the sudden excitement leaping through her, and then let it quickly out as she found her nose filled with the spicy scent of his aftershave.
    Not knowing what else to do, she turned her gaze out the window and tried to pretend she wasn’t there. In truth, it was a good thing that the luggage wasn’t there. The five of them and luggage would have been impossible, and she now understood why Julius had dumped it all on the twins.
    As predicted the ride took all of two minutes, most of that due to traffic, and then they were spilling out onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel.
    “Aren’t you going to pay him?” Marguerite asked as Julius took her arm and urged her quickly into the lobby.
    “I paid him quite handsomely just before your purse was snatched. Why do you think he waited for us?”
    “Oh,” Marguerite murmured, her gaze sliding over the elegantly cast lobby. Like the Dorchester, itwas all rather magnificent and her gaze slid from the beautiful glass chandelier overhead, to the wide and beautiful staircase, and then to the black and white checkered marble floor at their feet.
    “It’s busy.”
    That comment from Marcus drew her attention away from the elegant surroundings and to the people lined up waiting to check in.
    “There’s no sense in all of us waiting,” Christian pointed out. “Why don’t the rest of you go on into The Foyer and relax while I check us in?”
    “Someone has to wait here at the entrance for Dante and Tommaso,” Julius said quietly.
    “Marcus can do that,” Christian volunteered. When the man nodded, his gaze then shifted to Tiny, and Marguerite got the strangest impression he was trying to think of a chore for him as well, but he was distracted when Julius held out a credit card.
    “I booked the rooms on my card,” Julius explained. “Make sure they give us at least three rooms with two single beds in each as I requested.”
    Nodding, Christian took the card and turned away.
    “Shall we?” Julius asked, gesturing for Marguerite and Tiny to lead the way.
    The Foyer was a restaurant on the main floor. Marguerite stopped at the entrance, her eyes wide as she peered over the glass room. The ceiling was a good eighteen feet high with a silver and glass chandelier at its center that could better be described as a piece of art. The restaurant was decorated in whites, clear glass, and muted silver, the tables all sporting a pale silver tablecloth and napkins. It was quite lovely anddefinitely a place where one was expected to arrive in the “proper attire.”
    Marguerite would be fine in the dark blue dress she’d put on after her bath, but—
    “Maybe I’ll just go keep Marcus company while he waits for Dante and Tommaso,” Tiny muttered, glancing uncomfortably down at the T-shirt and blue jeans he wore.
    “Oh, I’m sure it’s all right,” Marguerite began with alarm, but he was already abandoning her. She stared after him with dismay and then glanced to Julius when he took her arm.
    “He’ll rejoin us as soon as Dante and Tommaso get here. They shouldn’t be long,” he said reassuringly and urged her forward.
    The maitre d’ was there the moment they stepped through the door. He greeted them and arranged for a table that would fit all seven of them when the rest of the men joined them. In the meantime, it was just the two of them at the huge table and she wasn’t surprised when Julius took the seat next to hers.
    Marguerite accepted the menu the maitre d’ handed her, relieved at the distraction. She opened it and spent