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“Just don’t go falling in love with the kilt man. Or anyone else until I get back.”
“The kilt man—Uther—is a nonstarter. Sable fancies him, and I wouldn’t dare stand in her way. Even though he won’t give her the time of day.”
I shudder at the thought of Sable, the palace stylist, setting her sights on anyone and being ignored. She’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Please don’t tell me any more about this. It’s weird.”
“You’re no fun. But anyway, I’m calling to tell you you can come home. Etienne and Kala are married. They did it, the wedding went off without a hitch, and they’re off to Bora Bora or some other remote honeymoon getaway. The details were vague. You’re safe to come out of hiding now.”
“No.”
“No?”
“It’s fake. They’ll be divorced in a year, before the crown is on his head. Mark my words.”
Flora hums. “Yeah…I don’t think so, big brother. The papers all have photos of them kissing on the beach, wearing next to nothing. Looking very cozy and happy, I’d say.”
Seems a bit of an invasion of privacy for someone’s honeymoon, but I suppose even people in Bora Bora or wherever can be bought by the paps.
Something doesn’t sit right with me. “I’ll be here for the foreseeable future.”
“Why?”
“Because I like being alone. Dunno if you’ve met me, Flora, but—”
“Yes, yes, I get it, Unabomber.”
I make a half-amused noise, enough to arouse suspicion in my sister.
“Wait a minute. Have you met someone?”
She’s too good at this, and I hate it. “I do meet people in the world sometimes. I’m not that much of a recluse.”
“Yes, you are. Did you meet a woman?”
“The conclusions you jump to…”
“That’s not a denial.”
Just then, Stasi trots out of the cabin in the skimpiest black and white striped two-piece bikini I’ve ever seen. She looks like a man-destroying magpie. And suddenly, I’m very uncomfortable talking to my sister on the phone and staring at this woman who makes my dick hard.
Stasi bounces on the balls of her feet and waves to me, unaware of how it makes her breasts jiggle. My gods, she’s going to be the death of me if I don’t marry her as soon as humanly possible. But, if I marry her now, I increase my risk of becoming king one day. Or maybe what my sister says about Etienne and Kala is true. Perhaps they’re solid and won’t end up divorced before coronation day. There’s no law that says he has to give up the crown if their marriage falls apart after the fact.
“I gotta go.”
“Sigurd Allen Edwin Otto Erick Haart, don’t you dare…”
Click.
Sorry, sis.
My legs eat up the distance to Stasi, and I sweep her off her feet in a thorough, tonguing kiss. My body rejoices when her legs wrap around me. I kiss her until she’s breathless and pulls away.
In my arms, Stasi looks down at me with a soft smile and a certain kind of seriousness in her eyes.
“What brought that on?” Stasi asks.
“I just realized I hadn’t seen you since I brought you your tea early this morning. And you looked so cute waving at me that I needed to kiss you properly.”
