The Swedish Prince (#Royal Romance 1)

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uage and for the first time actually sits up

backward while I star

ss out of here!” the bartender rallies at him

pen his eyes, but he

ost of which I think are swear

g I rush over to him, my hands going to his

r and yet somehow it works and he slumps back onto the ch

cing at my proximity to him, the cra

rised I

s An

m him. “What the hell is wrong with you? We’ll take h

ack down the bar with such flourish like a te

m comm

, I don

dipping down into his chest. His chest. Hard as cement. I ca

cohol, just something musky a

ave him here

the bar for someone else to save us from th

ely not my problem. Let the girl cal

ke I have to be this stranger’s knight in shining armor tonight, bu

stares

right ba

de up m

k nails along her arms. “Fine. But I’m trying to thi

r, that’s exactly the kind of thing she would do.” Her comment has me on

dazzled by his dick and not

ply, looking over at th

like he’s about to slide off

let’s go. You take one

up over my shoulder, pressing my fingers

eet. It’s not easy given that he’s over a foot

son we manage to walk the guy outside, even though he almost t

an where he immediately collapses and

she watches the streetlights pass by. “You haven’t even thought this through. How are

my houseke

ne from your w

mm

n’t thought

be s

se it’s not going to work because clearly you’ve never lugged arou

rted shrug. “Tell

with the guests or something? Don’

pers got caught having sex with someone in the hotel room and she was fired. I think she tried to pass

h

need, let alone having rumors fly

the door and kick him out,” she says. “He’ll rol

dead body?” I cry ou

nds up. “Well, ho

n the middle of the road. Luckily

g?” Annette asks, l

im to you

the backseat stir and yell something that I’m stil

here he is and starts freaking out while I’m driving? I don’t know this guy, I don’t know how he reacts.

to drop him o

r house”

Nope. Maggie,

pi

ivorce proceedings. The neighbors are on his side.

doing anyt

doesn’t matter. I’m not taking any chance

. I don’t want to get her in trouble and I don’t want this

to the hotel. It will look wrong an

about getting him put

isily, knowing wh

tte says, fr

king hi

ggi

nd dad’s room,” I tell

You don’t know this guy. You can’t bring him in yo

sleep right now. I’ll tell Pike about

es her h

ng. Now do you want me

etting you do t

u can keep it as collateral or somethi

my head. I don’t know. Lately I feel like I’m knowing who I am less and l

omething different and new that I’m willing to haul a drunk gu

ay the night

e a problem

s last

shield. The lights are all off except for the lamp in the foyer and Pike’s room. We run a rea

ou know that,” Annette

kno

de open the van door and manage t

s, trying to keep our voices down even though at one point the

sn’t such hard work. It would be eve

he hallway and around the corner to my parent’s old be

efore they died. None of us have the heart or the nerve to move things around much. I know the bed linens have been changed b

in the dark. Loving ghosts, but ghosts all the same. Reminders

t him backward onto the bed where he falls like a sawn tre