I hold both hands up, shaking my head. “What are you talking about, Nate? There’s no reason to—”
He takes me by the elbow and yanks me over toward the picture window in the apartment’s living area. It looks out over the street below. “Hey!” I try to protest. “You don’t have to fucking manhandle—”
“Look.”
He jabs his fingers pointing down to the sidewalk below, and I see why he felt it necessary to lay hands on my royal person despite the possible penalties, the first of which would be me, backhanding his foolish head.
The sidewalk below us is crawling with media and paparazzi.
I look across at Nate, brow furrowed in confusion. It’s not the first time I’ve come across that kind of crowd—as royalty, we’re in front of cameras quite often—but those were always scheduled appearances in Saintland. This is something else. “What are they doing here?”
“They’re here for you.”
“You’re sure?” This city has to be crawling with people who are far more famous than I am. Doesn’t that actor Matt Damon live here?
“Yes. They’ve been trying to get in the lobby for an hour so they can get pictures of you with the girl.”
“The girl?”
“Yes. Jessica.” Nate doesn’t have time for my irritation. “It appears that when you ended your date with Emmaline so hastily, you caused a bit of an international incident.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Why in the fuck would she—”
“Listen to me, your highness. We can discuss the details later. What you need to know right now is that the gossip sites know you’re here. The regular media has also latched on to this story, and they’re all waiting outside. It’s becoming a more pressing security issue with every moment that passes. We. Have. To. Go.”
“I need a few minutes.”
“You can say goodbye to her from the car.”
“Do I need to repeat myself?” I spit at him, my confusion turning to anger.
“Your highness—”
“Your highness?”
We both spin around to see Jessica standing at the edge of the room, her back to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Her face is a mask of confusion as she looks from me to Nate, then back to me again.
“Your highness?” she repeats, her voice rising another octave.
Well, that’s blown wide open.
“Jess, I—”
She narrows her eyes, crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Is this some kind of joke? If it is, tell me right now.”
I step toward her, reaching for her, and she leans toward my touch. “It’s a long story.”
“Then tell it. All that in the club, no names—” She waves one hand in the air dismissively. “I think we both know that’s over now.” The look in her eyes is half-hopeful, half-terrified, and I realize she’s waiting for me to do the logical thing, the expected thing, and end it now.
“Your highness, we really have to—”
I silence Nate with the raise of a hand.
“I have to go, Jessica.”
Her shoulders sag just an inch before she straightens her back. She gives a sharp nod and her chin quivers slightly before I speak again.
“Come with me.”
She lets out a short burst of laughter and her forehead wrinkles with disbelief. “Go with you where?”
I suck in a deep breath. There’s no goddamn way she’s going to agree to this. She probably hasn’t even heard of Saintland, unlike the media hounds outside.
“Listen,” I begin, keeping my voice even despite the rising pressure I feel to get out of here. “I know this may sound a little farfetched to you, but in my home country of Saintland, which occupies an area of land formerly—” I stop myself. “In Saintland, I am second in line to the throne.
My heart is in my throat. All I know is that in this moment I can’t leave things unfinished with her. If I go back to Saintland now, I may never get another opportunity like this, and even if I do, a woman like Jessica will have found a replacement by then. I can’t find adequate words to convey to her how badly I need to continue this conversation with her, until we find out where what we have together leads…or how badly I need one more night with her in my bed.
“If you come with me now, we can sort all of this out. And if we decide…no matter what we decide, you’re free to come back whenever you’d like. But right now I absolutely must go.”
She looks into my eyes, and the room is so still that I can feel my heart thudding in my chest.
Her lips part.
I prepare for a crushing blow. My heart feels like it’s about to combust.