Royally Yours by Liz Johnson & Melissa Tagg & Ashley Clark & Betsy St. Amant

Author:Liz Johnson & Melissa Tagg & Ashley Clark & Betsy St. Amant [Johnson, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-05T06:00:00+00:00

Eleanor’s hand slipped off the knob of the partially cracked front door, clutching Liam’s jacket to her chest. When she realized he’d forgotten to take it with him, she’d started to bring it outside to him, but what had he just said? Charm the Princess, save the family name?

Her mind whirred with possibilities, and she peered through the open slit between the door and the frame as Liam paced the porch. What could that mean? Surely it was a joke.

But he and his father didn’t have the joking type of relationship, according to Liam—and to tabloids worldwide, for that matter.

Had she misunderstood? The wind whistled through the trees in the front lawn, and she clung to the hope that he hadn’t said what she’d thought he said. That the wind had stolen or twisted the sentences, and that her ears hadn’t comprehended the real meaning. Because there was no way the same man in the common room, who’d tenderly decorated drooping branches with doll clothes for the sake of reviving her favorite Christmas memories, was a man capable of using her in any way. She knew Miles better than that.

Liam, she meant. Not Miles.

She frowned, and the old doubts came rushing back. But he’d lied before, hadn’t he? What if she didn’t know him as well as she thought? Hadn’t he fooled her once?

Her stomach knotted. No. There had to be an explanation this time.

She checked the slit in the door again, just in time to see Liam clench his fist and shove his phone back into his pocket.

She darted away from the door as he turned to come inside, her heart racing as if she were the one who’d done something wrong. She quickly turned, as if she’d come from the common room, and met him with a breathless hello. “How’d it go?” She handed over the jacket, and he smiled his gratitude.

“Chilly.” His smile turned wry. “Both the conversation, and the wind.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She held her breath, hoping he’d elaborate, but he didn’t. Disappointment flared.

He shrugged into his jacket, then pulled her into a hug. “It’s not your fault. If I hadn’t talked to him, I’d probably feel worse.”

She accepted the embrace, stiffening at first as her doubts cast long shadows. Then she inhaled his now-familiar, spicy masculine scent, and relaxed into the hug. It was Christmas Eve.

“Do me a favor?” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“I’m not stringing the rest of that popcorn. That was your commitment.”

She snorted and pulled back to smile up at him. “Two favors, then.”

“What’s that?” He cupped her chin and ran a thumb over her jaw.

“For this evening…can we ignore that pesky reality, and just be Miles and Eleanor?”

A slow grin took over his features. “As opposed to Liam and the Princess?”

She nodded, hopeful, rolling in her lower lip. The doubts flickered briefly, like a smoldering fire, but the look in his eyes as he gazed down at her doused the dying embers.

He pulled her back in tight against him. “Sounds like a perfect Christmas to me.

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