Page 20 of His Royal Request

Neither of them said anything else as George parked the car and got out to open my door.

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

George just smiled. “You’re in for a treat.”

I felt like I was on a reality show. Was this a prank? Was someone going to jump in and shout ‘just kidding’? That someone got me?

A man stepped off the plane and came down collecting our bags and then took them on board for us. I looked at Aiden and he just nodded for me to head up the stairs first. I continued to look around waiting for the cameraman to jump out but when nothing happened I finally took the stairs up. I ducked in through the door and fought the urge to gasp when I saw what was inside. Beautiful cream interior, plush leather, and a flight attendant poised and smiling.

“Welcome aboard miss. My name is Sheila.”

She looked at Aiden and stood up straighter. “Good morning, P-“

He cut her off. “Good morning.”

She smiled and nodded. “Can I get you guys anything to drink before we take off?”

I shook my head still in a daze but Aiden spoke up. “A couple glasses of orange juice.”

He directed me to sit in one of the front chairs with the table between it. One facing backward and I had a feeling that would freak me out and the last thing I needed was to get sick in a plane like this. I doubted I could afford to get it cleaned.

He sat across from me and smiled as my eyes narrowed.

“Is this unusual for you?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Do you always travel like this?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I guess I do.”

“What did you say your last name was?”

Aiden winced. “I never did.”

When he didn’t say anything more I attempted to prompt him. “Well?”

He cleared his throat. “Stewart.”

“Is that Scottish?”

“My ancestry is mainly Scottish Irish, but my mom is British.”

“Oh really.” I turned and looked back at George who had a newspaper unfolded in front of him. Of course. He seemed like the type that would read it in print. He must have felt me watching him or noticed the silence in our conversation. He peeked over the top and tilted his head with a smile before returning to his reading. So he was completely comfortable with this.

It wasn’t something new for either of them.

“What was it you said you did again?”

He smiled. “I run a company.”

“LochEnergy? What exactly does it do?”

He sat up straighter. “We produce renewable energy.”

That could be something that made him rich enough to afford this lifestyle.

“Anything else I should know about?”