The Swedish Prince (#Royal Romance 1)
s POV c
lly did fall asleep. So when I woke up again I had that stic
one as everything comes f
m rising, the dark-gray light of daw
l be silent until around eight or nine when t
ther hour before I get started on the day's chores, but
is still closed–so much for him spending the night outside his door with a gun–and I have no idea w
thing to a weapon, and holding it in one hand like I'm about to brandi
ouse but for once the door opens silently and I'm
o the light from the hall is able to flow in, a spotli
nd fall of his chest. He's on his back, which in hindsight wasn't the best
face even in the low light, the way that the shadows catch the hollow
tirs, jus
not wanting to start
in some language, h
," I continue. "Just know
ver sound l
t and touc
It sticks straight up off the be
witc
ably stop tou
is
s me yelp, jum
in the doorway, rubbing his
back in time to se
t
rtl
es
Cal
s yel
pissed and being pissed in a for
proach the guy, my hands raised, but of course one of my hands is holding the razor a
k, rattling the headboard and somewhe
h for keeping t
trying to sound assuring though m
sh now. That same perfect English from yesterday, his a
nt while he keeps talking, "Whe
"No. No you're fi
," he says, nodding at the razor, his word
oom because I feel like he'll make a run for it when I do and the last thing I
actic on his behalf and then he'll be the one armed with the razor. And I'm def
oom where it hits the wind
here," I tell him, still
I?" Korkor
our house,"
?" Now it's Thyme behind
jamas. "Thyme, take Callum to the kitchen now.
king impressed. He comes into the room, arms crossed, eyes f
immediately gets to his feet and everyon
just such a looming, formidable pre
Sverige pauses, looks at Callum, "heck i
t call the police on you last n
htly, a cloudy look c
hotel." And at that, a look of realization washes over his face, slowly at first, then like he's been doused in cold water. I clear my throat. "I was with Annette at the b
situation to everyone, maybe to spare potential embarrassme
e him back to his h
n the dim light, they're the
emind myself.
like the staff and the guests to mingle outside
watch his Adam's apple bob in his
sk in such a way that's basical
their way. Rosemary and Thyme and Callum are still s
f them and attempts to make them bac
wake up April too,"
ight," Rosemary informs me as
ha
leather jacket from the chair, though he wobbles on his fe
you," I tell him absently while my mind goes over what Rosemary said. April didn't come
er jacket pockets for his phone. When he finall
him. "I brought you here, it'
im and he's really looking at me. We see each other, not in some awkward naked encounter or drunken
er a moment, breaking his gaze to
here, so yeah
e are you
not wanting to get int
ever so slightly. "I'm really sorry for what happened last night
s words make me s
t remember any of it
a drink and that was that. You passed out. Then my friend and I got there and I can confirm that you didn't hurt anyone, you were out cold
arfully at that. "It would
in the day..." Pause for awkwardness. "It just didn't feel
o slightly to study me through his long las
rows are
tugs at the cor
ng flirtin
r door if you're going to be strutting around your roo
have never met y
scarcely a
and felt bad enough about the whole thing to actu
God, I should have
ll or two I probably shouldn't have and then had something to drink, which I most definitely shoul
ling wallpaper of my parent's neglected old bedroom but then I realize he's lost in his
t it," I reassure him. "You wer
re of him all night. That even though our encounter previously was
butter-soft leather jacket over those thick arms, those broad shoul
a dangerous stranger. I actually want to get to know him because e
e's a man with a story, the kind you w
I've been staring at him. "Well, Mr. Sv
Miss America
y look. "Where ar
't know?
hen my expression turns sheepish. "Which
" he asks i
bed before I head out of the room. "Yo
of the bed and I quickly scampe
as I curl my hands around the lea
ggie?" he asks in a hus
otel, chill out." I shru
ming wi
tive, but this is on another level. "I'l
of words. They hang
rumbles, his dark brows knit together.
ou that. I promised mom and dad that when I agreed to
Then he stares at the wallet. "How much mon
ask sus
e won't
ps. "Are you sugg
was Callum'
helping someone and you're sugg
ed the
what the hell is wrong with that kid to suggest t
ll find out at th
ge's deep voice as he turns th
round to hand Sverige his wallet. "Here you go. I was only holding onto i
ushing against each other for a second that
es
ere," I tell hi
ent before he says, "I trust you"
ay, eyeing Pike to
changed or drive him i
n. Stay there.
d a sweater in seconds, returning to the hall to see the
"Any idea where
time April hasn't come home but even so, we're go
her too. No answer. And the me
g," I say. And I hate t
otsteps surprisingly light on the steps. Now that he's up and abo
hrough the space in front of it with a
the thought flits through
en. I glance at him over my shoulder to see him looking over th
oping if we move fast enough pas
l
by the kitchen and the foreigner decides to st
are at him over the guy's massive frame a
ry are sitting around the kitchen table with bowls of No Name Flakes of Corn. Callum is h
e?" Callum asks
on't let him put that sugar in his cereal, do you understand?" I place my ha
ity in his eyes that I suddenly feel hot under my skin, realizing the t
cused on his lips. "Yeah," I say soft
e says, almost proudly. It's enough to tear my eyes away fro
I have to get this guy out of here before my brot
ll him, nodding
confused by the nickname. "Very nice to meet you all," he
ue down the hall I can hear Rosemary repeat to the
ask him as we head out to the mini
s and stops in front of the
d accent are making it difficult, as well as the fact that
s at me. Is he having a seizu
u okay?
d to the side of the van a
e that?" he asks ev
cause you looked like you were judging my ride
. I wasn't judging. I was interested in your house,
I can't help b
so gorgeous an
gives a bit of a cough and rumble before it pur
tudying me. My stomach does a backflip. I can't remember the last time a man–hell, anyone–loo