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The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and all the memories made along the way.
Fucking cancer . . . I swear on all that’s holy in this wretched world, if I ever do anything worthwhile, it will be forwarding research to eradicate this rotting disease.
The crown is a sign of hope, she’d said. It is not my job to garner sympathy from my people. It’s my job to give them hope.
They’ve lost their light. She’s lost her light.
“I listened to every word, Mum. Each lesson. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be okay.” Lies. All lies.
Spilling your coffee is the adult equivalent to losing your balloon as a child. Don’t judge my tears.
“Well, love. You’re standing in my house. So I’m fairly certain the better question is who the hell are you?” He holds up my textbook and arches a perfectly shaped blond brow my way. What man has perfect eyebrows? “And why, exactly, are you throwing a pediatric oncology book at my head?”
I’m suddenly very aware my favorite white bikini with teeny pink bumblebees embroidered on it may not be the best choice for fighting off some kind of crazy man.
“You don’t look like an Ares. And I would have thought a professional hockey player would be coordinated enough to catch a towel, love.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger?” I finally ask and internally groan. Way to make yourself sound like a five-year-old. “Can’t say that I have, but in all fairness, I’ve had my own protection detail since my mother’s first ultrasound.”
According to her, when Americans are bored and stuck in a storm, they get drunk and play games. I can think of a far better way to spend the night, but somehow with her, this works.
If I’m going to hell, I’m making sure we both enjoy ourselves before they open the gates. “Excuse me, Your Royal Highness—” Pretty sure they won’t be calling me Your Royal Highness in hell.
“Umm . . . You might be Your Royal Highness, but my mother raised me to clean up my own mess.”
“Look. It stopped raining, and there’s a rainbow . . . It’s beautiful.” “Yeah . . . it is.” She’ll never know I was looking at her, not the ocean.
I prefer hangovers from books, not booze.
My brother did not mess around when it came to knocking up his wife. Five babies in four years. This woman is a saint.
Holy shit, I think I could come from his voice alone. Even worse, I might want to try that.
If I’m going to walk away, you better believe I’m going to make sure my ass looks good doing it.
“Relaxed looks good on you, Rhys. You should do it more often.” “Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
I make my way into the kitchen in search of a glass of water . . . or maybe a bottle of scotch. Either would do just fine, right about now.
She’s a gorgeous mess.
watch as Bellamy’s yawn morphs into a beautiful smile. One that could light up the entire palace. Kings have gone to war for less.
“I was just thinking there’s a limited number of people you can help with your job—” “Choose your next words wisely, Rhys, or your security team might need to intervene.”
“You’re not doing this just to get in my pants, right? Because I’ve got to tell you, Your Highness, you’re Greek-god hot. You probably don’t have to give me millions of dollars to help people just to get me to sleep with you.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever begged a woman before, but there’s something about this one . . . I might be willing to give it a try.
And hello, size kink I never knew I had.
I like to be able to actually check things off my list. I get off on it. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Ho-ly Hell. The smile on this man’s face would incinerate my panties if I were wearing any.
“Do you have an answer for everything?” I mutter as my pulse pounds like an anthem in my head. “Wait. Don’t answer that.”
“No, love. I wanted to sleep with you before I thought about the position. The fact that you happen to be exactly what I need for the foundation is just a bonus.” “But won’t Human Resources have a problem with it, if I take the position and sleep with the boss?”
“Are you feeling harassed, love?” “Not yet.” I carefully tuck his phone back in his pocket. “Let’s see if that changes after a shower, a nap, and a flight halfway across the world.”
Bellamy Ummm . . . Cait. I may have done something a little crazy. Caitlin Crazier than getting knocked up by your brother’s best friend? Bellamy . . . . . . . . . Caitlin Yeah . . . didn’t think so.
Fine. Get the job thing out of the way, then do all the naked things with that sexy beast of a man. And make sure to call me. I want to hear everything. In detail.
Sarcasm might be my love language, but it’s also my self-defense mechanism.
“Excuse me, Your Royal Highness.” “Every damn time . . .” Rhys groans and presses his lips to my forehead, sending a wave of dizzying heat down to the very tips of my toes. “Someone had better be dead, Vaughn,”
“I can think of a few things I’d like to do to you in the dungeons, little bee.” “Promises, promises.”
“How about you feed me before you punish me.” It’s a weak attempt to tease, but the heat in his eyes makes my knees weak. “As you wish.”
Atticus Who’s the strumpet you brought home, and are you bringing her back to Lilihill or to your condo in the city? Rhys Call her a strumpet again and see what happens, wanker. Atticus Well now. It’s like that, is it? Does that mean I need to put on pants?
Rhys We’ll be there in five minutes. Be on your best behavior. Atticus I’m not a child. Rhys Thank fuck. I’d hate to think of a child with your proclivities.
Your Highness.” I catch her chin and hold it up. “You’re going to call me that on your knees one day, little bee.” If I didn’t have this meeting, that moment would be now. Unfortunately for both of us, duty calls.
“Listen, I’m not sure when I became the voice of reason, but the king is going to lose his mind if you bring an American to dinner.”
“Oh, you are fucked, brother.” “Tell me something I don’t know,”
“One day, you’re going to pull that stick out of your ass, Munsy. And I swear it’s going to be a glorious new world for you when you do. Just think of all the new things you’ll be able to enjoy shoving up there instead.” “I’m sure I will, sir.”
God, I love shopping with other people’s black cards.
“Maybe don’t comment on any naked women unless they belong to you,” Joss adds as she steps up to the bar, looking for her brother. “Right, Bellamy?”
“Are you having fun, love?” She licks her pouty lips. “Well, let’s see. I’m in a new country, with a group of people I don’t really know but who’ve all seen me naked. And I really should be home, studying for the biggest test of my life. What else could possibly go wrong?”
There is absolutely no way I’d be dressed right now if I slept with this man. I’m fairly certain we’d probably still be having sex if we’d given in.
“Why do I have a diamond ring on my finger?” I try to pull my hand away, but Rhys refuses to let go. “I’m fairly certain I demanded to be let in the royal vault after . . .”
“Shh . . . you’re okay. Breathe, love. In through your nose and out through your mouth.” “I’m a nurse. I don’t need to be walked through calming a panic attack,”
His big palm slides under my t-shirt that I’m realizing is actually his. Hmmm, that smells good. Okay, focus on that. Focus on him. On the feel of his hand on my back and his lips pressed against my skin. I can do that.
