The Swedish Prince (#Royal Romance 1)

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s tanned neck exposed along with his shiny, golden-brown hair, his face buried by

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, I think

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how lowering against the table as I speak. “I d

, sweethear

his time it’s all clicking into place. This is him

? What are the odds that

good since Tehachapi doesn’t h

of the gutter, would be able to handle his liquor a little better” Annet

younger, and though I don’t really know her she

this situation a little closer. Probably because this stranger has made his

when I saw him naked, actually it w

hing, like I’m the one who’s responsible

snap ou

her beer,” I tell

Make sure you get yo

one glass of wi

bartender. “Could I get another Bud Light?”

run through me a feeling that takes me by surprise

ys then glances at him w

w,” I admit. Well, that and the fact that he looks fan

. Ordered a glass of vodka on the rocks and that was it. Next thing I knew he was ju

ing. “He didn’t talk t

, sliding the

andinavian for sure, which makes it weirder. I spent a few weeks in Sweden and Norway la

getting the bartender’s attention and leaving me

tte who is watching me expectantly, but I

e and gold intertwined with the rich brown, just long enough that y

, a spot that seems achingly exposed and secretly sensitive,

d well-crafted. As my attention drifts down to his dark gray jeans and boo

stay at La Quinta for fun. Someone better suited

siness coul

at dick, it’s

g over to nudge his arm with my elbow. A lo

ize. It wasn’t intentional.” I pause, aware that there’s a chance he might be listeni

tally naked. I guess you didn’t hear me. Why were you listening to music anyway? What music was so important that yo

inally, he makes a breathless sound and he moves his head back and forth

s he looks up close. It was hard to focus on his face earlier fo

dusted with stubble, there’s something

are definitely enviable and his full lips seem curled into a soft s

t drunk on a bar, he’s still the

says with a sigh, breaking the spell as she comes ov

hat did

is going to look like when she’s older. “The guy is huge. And I might be tougher than

one anything wro

him, be my guest,” she says b

ce of him and head

s as she snatches the beer out of my ha

oss from her. “I don’t know, I wan

nd

’t know. H

n see

er says he had one drink and it was lights out. Plus, she says he’s all Scandinavian a

brow at me. This has

expensive, he’s w

a rich man doin

e stumped. “I don’t know

candin

nder thinks. Swedish o

er lips and

ly feeling defensive over

r too much intere

ou were talking abo

’m just looking out for you. Don’t get inv

usly, throwing my arms out for equal

n and you’ve always been one to go out of your way to help people but honestly, you’re alre

ng something. She launches into the latest tirade which I make mys

t so drunk–someone that tall and well-built isn’t a lightweight–then why he’s here in Tehachapi with his Scandina

hile, but she has more beer and I end up having another glass of wine that she so gr

. Now it looks like he has to and the bartender is shaking him awak

the door. “Or I’ll call the cops to give him a lift.” It almost sounds like she’s threateni

, this ain’t our probl