Reunited with Her Surgeon Prince by Marion Lennox

Author:Marion Lennox [Lennox, Marion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2017-09-12T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

HOW WAS A person supposed to sleep in a cloud of feather comforters, silk sheets and velvet hangings? In a room where windows opened to a view to the mountains beyond, where peacocks roamed in the foreground, where generations of royals led their pampered existence—and she was now one of them?

But not really.

She was the wrong actress for this set. She slept fitfully and woke feeling just as discombobulated.

Felix, however, had none of her qualms. The moment he woke he limped through to join her.

‘Isn’t this awesome? I can bounce and bounce on my bed and Hilda says I’m a prince so if I want to bounce then it’s okay.’ He climbed on her bed and prepared to demonstrate.

She edged sideways fast. ‘Felix, crutches, floor.’

‘I’m the boss of the world. I should be able to take my crutches anywhere.’

‘You’re not the boss of your mum or your mum’s bed.’

‘No, but I’m important.’

‘For four weeks, Felix, and then we go home.’

His face fell. ‘I don’t think I want to.’

‘Can I come in?’

Marc.

Felix whooped. ‘Of course! Hooray! Mum, it’s Papa.’

Great. The memory of the night before was all around her. Ellie wanted to pull up the covers and disappear, but Felix was grinning a welcome and shifting on the bed. ‘Come in. This is a pyjama party.’

Except Ellie wasn’t wearing pyjamas. Her nightgown was awful and her hair was a bird’s nest and she felt...as if she didn’t belong here.

‘Is it okay with you, Ellie?’ Marc was still at the door, waiting for her to speak. ‘I’m not in pyjamas.’

He wasn’t. He was in jeans and a T-shirt and he looked almost normal. Except there was nothing normal about this man.

Talk about sex on legs!

Um...maybe that was a really dangerous thing to think.

‘I didn’t want to wake you,’ he told her, coming further into the room. ‘But Hilda said Felix had bounced in here.’

‘Bounced being the operative word.’

‘You sound bitter.’

‘Really?’ She glowered at her son. ‘Why would that be? Surely I like being hit on the nose with crutches at the crack of dawn.’

Marc chuckled and her heart did that crazy lurch again. Oh, for heaven’s sake...

But Marc, at least, was moving on. ‘Felix, have you ever ridden a horse?’

‘No.’ Felix was suddenly glowering. ‘I can’t even ride a bike now. My legs...’

‘Have been all over the place,’ Marc said, matter-of-factly. ‘With one leg shorter than the other, it must have been hard. But your mum sent me your medical history and the doctors’ notes on your last operation. Your legs should be fine with some physical therapy.’

‘But I’m still on crutches.’

‘Crutches won’t stop you learning to ride.’ He hesitated. ‘Felix, for the coronation it’s usual for the King to ride. Your leg will still be in a brace, but if you could learn to keep your seat...’ He grinned. ‘I know you’d rather ride in a Baby Austin, but royal tradition doesn’t stretch that far. It would be excellent if you rode with me. What do you think?’

‘R...ride?’ Felix stammered.

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