Royally Not Ready (Royal, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

‘Lilly, do you happen to recall the name of Regina’s cat who had babies in the state room?’” “REGANA!” he shouts. “Her fucking name is REGANA!” “THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” I shout back before placing my hands under the console table and flipping it right over before storming out of the room. * * * “I’d like to say things got a little heated yesterday, and even though I was very frustrated, I want you to know, it wasn’t your fault. I was out of line.” I rub my hand along the console table. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?” Keller is standing to the right of me, arms folded, a sneer on his brow. “Are you done apologizing to the goddamn table?” I hold my finger up to him and lean my ear toward the wood. When I feel like I’ve been forgiven, I give a slow nod and say, “The table has chosen to give me another chance.” “Then let’s get started.” He flops a journal on the table—my new friend—and points at it. “This is for you.” “A present? Aw, you shouldn’t have.” “It’s a journal so you can start writing down your thoughts.” “Ah, right, for history.” I pick up my pen and flip the journal open to the first page. “‘Dear Jerry—’” “Jerry?” “Is that not a good name for my journal? I think it has a nice ring to it—Jerry Journal.” “Your journal doesn’t need a name. You’re not writing to it. You’re just writing your thoughts down.” “Oh, okay.” I let out a large sigh and tap my pen to my chin before I start writing again. “Today Keller did fifty-two pushups. Ten of them weren’t proper form—” He tea...