Royal Valentine (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #6)

by Sariah Wilson

“I ken that I’m not obligated. But I would like to spend the day with you, if you’ll have me.”

He offered me his arm. “You should hold on to me for safety reasons. In case you suddenly fall asleep again and I need to catch you.” I was eager to touch him, to put my arm through his, to rest my shoulder against his biceps. “If you insist.” “I do. Where to next?” Anywhere, so long as I’m with you, I wanted to say. Instead I settled on, “You’re the expert. I leave myself in your capable hands.”

Madison in Wisconsin. I made a good friend there, also named Callum. Callum Sundberg.” He glanced at his phone. “I usually hear from him today. He has a habit of reaching out to friends on Valentine’s Day.”

He made me feel like I had been a sleeping princess under a spell, and his kiss was waking me up.

I let out a sigh. “This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you. I’m Princess Ilaria of Monterra. King Dominic is my cousin.”

Another long pause before he finally answered, “I’m His Royal Highness, Prince Callum of Doune.”

“I’m not interested in hearing your explanation that’s designed solely to make you feel better.”

“When I got back to my flat, I rang my parents and told them everything that had happened.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you. I don’t want to wait any longer for the rest of my life to begin,” I confessed.

“No. We first met fifteen years ago. When the crown princess of Sweden got married. I was eleven, you were ten.”

“I’ll always come for you. You’re my princess. It’s my duty to wake you with a kiss every morning. It’s required that I make certain you have your fairy-tale ending.” This was what I’d been waiting for. A man willing to fight for me, to stand by my side, to accept all of me.