I fold the bill back in half, resisting the urge to tear it into a million, tiny, motherfucking pieces.
He nods, gives me a quick smile and leaves, closing the door behind him.With a weary exhale, Nicholas sits in the chair by the desk. He digs his palms into his eyes, rubbing. Then he lowers his hands—and opens his arm.
Greedily, I fly to him. Sitting in his lap, wrapping my arms around him, feeling pure relief when he returns the favor. I tremble against him—shaken to the core.Are you all right? he asks, his breath warm against my neck.I think so. Its all just so weird. I straighten up in his lap, needing to sort my thoughts. I cant believe that woman…the way she acted…like she was so sure she knew you. Has this ever happened before?
A long time ago, a man snuck into the palace, into my grandmothers private dining room.My heart tightens with concern for a woman Ive never met. But I realize that because she means so much to Nicholas, she already means a lot to me.
He didnt intend any harm—it was similar to the lass tonight. Delusional.
I hold his strong, handsome face in my hands. I think Im only just really starting to get it. Its like Logan said—youre important. And I knew that, but…I dont think of you as Prince of Pembrook, heir to blah-blah-blah… My eyes touch every inch of his face. To me, youre just Nicholas. This amazing, sexy, sweet, funny guy…who I really care about.Five-seven. Kind of tall for a girl, I guess.
What color is your hair?Black, I lie—again, because I cant tell him my long, straight hair is the color of flaming hot cinders. Im a natural redhead, and he would see me on campus and know me on sight. My hair is black.
Black, Rhett repeats, mulling it over. Huh.You dont sound like you have black hair, thats all.