Eddie readied for bed, but remained awake. She left a lamp on and pulled out a book, snuggled under the blankets she waited until Alex returned.
The door opened just after midnight, and her husband snuck into the room.
“You’re still awake? You should be asleep by now,”
“I wanted to wait for you,”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, you look tired. What kept you?”
“A client at the casino wanted to meet with me, and I couldn’t refuse. I made sure he wouldn’t hold me up again.”
Alex’s eyes darkened. Eddie shuddered, her mind pondering all the ways the Duke of Ice could prove a point.
Alex sauntered to the bathroom, and in less than fifteen minutes he returned. His hair was still wet, a towel wrapped around his hips. Water sluiced down his muscles and Eddie watched him, her gaze turning heated.
Alex grinned mischievously and crossed the bedroom quickly. He drew her lips in for a kiss. Eddie closed her eyes, savoring the tast
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Alexander looked around. He was in a small windowless room. It was filled with overstuffed bookshelves and one small desk. The molding on the wall was familiar to him. It was a design only used in the royal palace. They hadn’t been foolish enough to bring them to one of their personal rooms, had they? The room was a mess. There was parchment scattered all over the floor along with empty ink bottles, and broken quills. His eyes caught on a piece of parchment near his foot. It had a date on it, and upon closer inspection it was a document about a meeting the king had with farmers a week ago. My god, they brought me to Ms. Knight’s office. His head whipped up to stare incredulously at the three conspirators who didn’t have a single conniving bone in their body. Normally, when you kidnap someone you bring them to a neutral location and if you bring them somewhere else, you certainly don’t remove their blindfolds, especially if it's your private quarters!
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