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My mouth dropped before I could reply. “Wait. When did you two even have time to kiss?”
“On the beach. You and Prince Grayson were walking several hundred feet ahead of us and, well, it just happened.” She brought her hand to her chest and sighed. “Short and so utterly perfect.”
In all the years Camille had been my vigilant bodyguard, never had I witnessed a side of her that displayed symptoms of falling victim to a man crush—except for that time she crushed hard on Dwayne Johnson when he was a guest at the resort several moons ago. Focused on her career, she’d spent way too many years manless and seeing her all school-girl giddy, made me catch a case of the warm and fuzzies. “Now that I think about it, y’all were looking awfully chummy at dinner.” I waggled my brows, causing her to blush that much more.
“Yes, while seated at the table, our watchful eyes on you and Prince Grayson, Finn and I hit it off straightaway. In fact, he pretty much had me at hello.”
Considering how Grayson had my head spinning, I recognized the feeling all too well. “It’s good to see you this happy, Camille.” I reached over, giving her hand a squeeze.
“Thank you, dear. Now, let’s talk about you and Prince Grayson.”
There was noYou and Prince Graysonto talk about, really. I mean, we’d only shared one dinner date.
One!
Out of nowhere the thought of more time with him made my chest tighten, apprehension cementing an unbreakable wall of doubt around my heart, defending it like a brigade of royal guards.
Who was I kidding?
At the end of the day, no matter which way the pendulum swung, single or betrothed, a man, aroyalman like Prince Grayson, who’d one day rule an entire country, would never take a woman like me seriously.
Just ask Parker Jones.
You’re not the type of woman a man of power should marry.
