“I love how peaceful it is here,” Freddie remarked the next morning. We sat out on the back porch, sipping coffee and eating the waffles I'd finally made.“Me too,” I agreed. I sighed with contentment, licking the last bit of maple syrup from my fork. “This is even better than I imagined. Thank you for being here.”He flashed me a grin. “Believe me. It's been my pleasure. I think this is the first real vacation I've ever had.”“Really? You've never been on vacation before?” I frowned. “Your parents never took you anywhere?”He shrugged. “I've been on holiday to lots of places, but it was never relaxing. It was always scheduled with tours and meetings. I had to beg for a day off to just sit at the beach or the pool, but even then, I wasn't allowed just to relax.”“Why not?”“It's just not my family's way,” he replied. “We're always on. We're always smiling and doing. I've never been allowed to sit and do nothing. There's always something that should be getting done. If you aren't doin
“Would you rather live in the mountains or on the beach?” I asked Freddie, my head resting on his shoulder as we enjoyed our last evening together. The days had gone so quickly and wonderfully. I had kept asking him to stay another day, and he kept agreeing. I was sure he would get tired of being out in a cabin on a lake, eating home-cooked meals, and reading books on the porch.But he didn't. If anything, I think it soothed his soul as much as it did mine.The night sky sparkled with stars through the window, but we were tucked under a light blanket on the couch inside. The blanket was almost too hot, even with air conditioning, but I liked the weight of it on my lap. My shoulder fit perfectly under his arm as we snuggled on the couch, just talking and enjoying the sound of crickets and frogs outside.“I assume I get a house?” Freddie asked. “I don't have to live out in the wild?”“Yes, you get a comfortable house with a TV and everything,” I told him with a wave of my hand. “Beach o
Suddenly, not asking any questions about his business seemed like a colossal mistake on my part. What did I actually know about this man? Just because he had told me about his family and his dreams didn't mean I knew who he was. He had told me about parts of his life, but it felt like he had also left out a lot of important details. Cold dread at what he wasn't telling me started to settle in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to think about what I didn't know and how it could end up hurting me.I left the bathroom and returned to the living room, trying not to panic.Freddie closed the front door. He turned the lock, making the old wooden door creak. I couldn't remember the last time the door had ever been locked. It simply wasn't something we'd ever needed to do. No one locked their doors around here.“I did forget to answer my phone. My brother called him all worried.” Freddie shook his head and smiled. The formal tone was gone entirely, and the Freddie I knew was back. “My brot
Two Months Later, Late August“Hey James,” I said, walking up to the hotel room.“Did you bring it?” the large man asked, eyeing the shopping bag by my side.“Have I ever let you down?” I handed him the bag.He glanced around the empty hallway, as if we might be caught. Cautiously, he reached inside the bag and pulled out a flimsy plastic container. He giggled like a school boy. The sound coming out of such a big, imposing man was very strange and heartwarming at the same time.“I love these things,” he said, opening the container lid and pulling out the pasty. “Dutch letters are my weakness.”“Why do you think I bring them?” I teased. “How else would someone like me get time with the Prince of Paradisa?”James didn't say anything as he stuffed a bite of pastry into his mouth. He stepped to the side of the door so that I could knock.Freddie appeared in an instant. He kissed me, and for a moment I lost myself in him. His soft citrus scent filled my nose. He needed to shave, but I didn
A few weeks later, Mid September“And I already gave Jones his PRN pain medicine,” I told the night shift nurse. “And that's it. Oh, and watch out for the guy in room 402. He's a little handsy and likes to put on his call light.”“Thanks for the heads-up,” Susan replied, making a mark in her notes. “Anything else to report?”I thought for a moment, and then shook my head.“You're getting good at this,” Susan told me. “I remember the first time you gave me a report. It was not this easy.”I laughed, remembering my first few days as a new-grad nurse. Despite being on the same floor I'd worked on as a CNA, it had been a whole new world for me. But three months of practice and I finally felt comfortable.“You're doing great,” Susan continued. She glanced around the room at the other nurses receiving a report for the change of shift. “I'm always glad when I get your patients. I'll take a report from you any time.”The compliment had me beaming. “Thanks.”She grinned. “So, what are you up t
I hesitated, plane ticket in my hand, staring down the passenger boarding ramp of an airplane.It wasn't that I wasn't excited. It wasn't that nerves had finally gotten the best of me.It was that I wasn't sure this was real.The flight attendant at the gate smiled and scanned my ticket. She didn't call security on me or ask to see some identification. She didn't ask Freddie to show ID or to take a selfie. She just smiled and motioned us forward as if this were totally normal.As if getting on a plane with a prince was totally normal.Granted, Freddie was traveling under his alias, Fred Prescott. He wore dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, and an oversized sweatshirt that hid his identifiable features. I wore something similar, but mine was for comfort, not for disguise.Freddie squeezed my hand as we walked down the ramp and to the plane. We found our seats, which were more like private couches than seats. Not to mention the fact that our two seats were able to completely seal off from
No one was at the airport to greet us.Well, there was a chauffeur and a car, but none of Freddie's family or friends.We changed into nicer clothes in a private bathroom. I wore the suit I usually wore for job interviews- black dress slacks with a matching blazer and a conservative dark blue silk blouse. I'd managed to get two jobs wearing it, so I figured it was good luck.Freddie changed into a suit that had me feeling self conscious. His dark gray suit was impeccable. Mine suddenly felt a little threadbare. My slacks were slightly worn on the hems. The style was obviously dated. I fiddled nervously with a loose button on the cuff of my jacket I'd never noticed before.“You look great,” Freddie assured me, but I didn't believe him. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than me.I reached for his hand. He gave me one quick squeeze before pulling away.“We can't remember?” he said softly. “My mother has to accept you into the family before we can be seen togethe
“Hello, mum,” Freddie said, letting go of my hand and crossing the room. He kissed her cheek and she smiled at him. “Hello, Liam,” he said to the King.Liam stood from his chair and the two brothers shook hands.“I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Zoey,” Freddie said when they'd finished. I appreciated that he called me his girlfriend.Both the Queen Mother and King now looked directly at me. Freddie favored the Queen Mother in looks. They shared the same kind eyes, although hers were blue to Freddie's green. They had similar smiles, although Freddie had a much more masculine jaw that I assumed favored his father. Her graying blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun at the back of her head.King Liam was a slightly different version of Freddie. Where Freddie was all grins and bright eyes, Liam was stern and powerful. He was taller, paler, thinner, and much more serious than his youngest brother. They shared the same reddish light-brown almost blond hair, although King Liam had