Page 26 of Romancing Rayne

“Cheeky bastard.” Oliver laughed. “Congratulations.”

All eyes turned to Spike. If the broad smile of his face and the pretty blush on Meghan’s cheeks were anything to go by, I’d say she was pregnant as well.

“I, too, cannot confirm nor deny. You’ll have to stay tuned and see if an official announcement is made.”

Oliver sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Just great. Now babysitting will be added to my official duties. I don’t wipe arses.”

The conversation flowed, and as we were getting ready to leave, Harry turned to me and asked, “Did you have a good day?”

“The best. I really can’t thank you enough. I’ve learned so much, too.”

“Before you leave, do you have any other questions?” he offered.

“There is one thing. But it’s personal and probably rude of me to ask.”

I twisted my hands together. There was one thing I was dying to know. I could’ve looked it up on the internet but if the prince was offering to answer questions, I might as well get the answer straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.

“And?”

“What’s your last name?”

Laughter filled the room until Meghan cut in. “I don’t know what’s funny. I had the same question, too.”

“My Christian name is Henry Charles Albert David. Quite a mouthful. We do not use surnames. However, I come from the House of Windsor. If you’re asking what’s on my passport and foreign documents that require a surname, it’s Mountbatten-Windsor. My grandfather’s surname hyphenated with my grandmother’s family name.”

“How do you sign documents if you don’t use a surname?”

“My first name only,” he answered.

“Thank you for answering my silly question.”

“I told you there was a lot for me to learn,” Meghan added.

We said our goodbyes and Meghan pulled me in for a hug and slipped her personal email address into my hand before we headed to the car. Oliver was going to drive us to the hotel before returning to Nottingham Cottage for the evening. I’d also learned that Oliver was Spike’s personal protection guard. It was something similar to the president’s Secret Service agents. All the royals had a Royalty Protection Group around them at all times, and Personal and Close Protection Officers when they were in public. Oliver only guarded the couple and was close friends with both.

“I love it here,” I said as I watched the city’s lights twinkle from the back seat. “So much history,” I said dreamily.

“You should visit more often,” Oliver said.

“I wish.”

I did what sightseeing I could as we sped down the road. Oliver, obviously knowing his way around the city, avoided all the congested tourist areas. Before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of the Park Plaza.

After thank yous and handshakes, Ghost and I were alone in the elevator.

“I can’t wait to tell Mary about our day.” Ghost chuckled and tucked me close. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess. I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it? There are no words.”

“Good.”

“I’ll have to show you how grateful I am.”

“Show me?” Ghost cocked his head to the side in question.

“Oh, yeah. Show you. Tonight, I’m first.” I crooked my finger at him, and he leaned down, allowing me to whisper in his ear. “First, I’m going to drive you crazy with my mouth, and then I’m going to climb on top of you and do that thing with my hips you like. And after that, I’m going to ride reverse cowgirl so you can watch my tattoo as I get us both off,” I whispered.