Her Royal Highness (Royals, #2)

by Rachel Hawkins

“So are we going in, or are we standing here while Google Earth grabs pictures?” he asks, nodding at Seb, and Sakshi elbows him hard in the ribs.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. I’m dumber for having heard it.”

“I suppose so,” she says. “We’ve been through a traumatic experience together. That usually bonds people.” “And that traumatic experience was completely your fault,” I remind her, and she gives one of those elegant shrugs that I’m beginning to recognize as a Classic Flora Gesture. “The provenance of the trauma isn’t that important,” she says airily, and I can’t help the giggle that explodes out of my mouth.

“Maybe ‘Veruca Salt’ can be our always,” I joke, and she laughs.