The Prince by Tiffany Reisz

Author:Tiffany Reisz [Reisz, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780778314103
Google: KRvwugAACAAJ
Amazon: 0778314103
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-11-20T08:00:00+00:00

here other than I can’t be anywhere else right now. I couldn’t leave if I tried.”

“Not yet, anyway. But you will leave again, won’t you?”

Nora exhaled heavily. “Someday you’ll learn not to ask

questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“No reason not to ask the questions. You can’t hurt me any-

more, Nora. Not more than you already have. You broke me.”

“I never meant to hurt you. I was trying to save you.”

“Save me? From what?”

“Me. My life. My world.”

“I didn’t need saving. I just needed you. I needed our life

together in our house. That was our house, you know. You

bought it—I know that. But it was ours.”

A lump swelled in Nora’s throat and she had to swallow

twice to get rid of it.

“I could have bought your house from you with the money

I had in my checking account,” Wesley continued. “That’s

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probably didn’t even notice, but every now and then, when

you’d send in your mortgage payment to the bank…I’d take

the check and tear it up. And I’d make the payment myself,

just because I could. So yeah, it was our house.”

Nora didn’t try to speak again. She wasn’t actually sure if

she could.

“And you kicked me out. For Søren. You made me leave

after living with you for a year and a half. After doing your dishes and cooking your meals and cleaning up your office

and carrying you to bed after you passed out from either too much wine or too much writing…or both…I was gone. As if

all that meant nothing to you.”

Finally, Nora found her voice. “It meant everything to me.

I just…Wesley…” She closed her eyes to obliterate the stars.

“You were eighteen years old the day I met you.”

“Seventeen.”

“What?”

“I was seventeen. Birthday’s in September, remember? I

turned eighteen during the second week of classes.”

Nora pressed her hand to her stomach. “Seventeen…not

even old enough to vote. Seventeen the day I met you, the

first day of class. Kingsley called me that morning. I was

hung over and on top of Griffin Fiske when the phone rang.

One of Kingsley’s best clients was the academic dean of your old school.”

Wesley laughed coldly. “I didn’t want or need to know

that.”

“You need to know this. Kingsley called me and ordered

me to Yorke, to your school. The guy who was supposed to

teach that freshman creative-writing class had a heart attack.

They need a sub…I mean, a substitute. I was the one writer

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ing with Griffin about how I’d never let him top me, half-

sick from a few too many shots the night before…and then

my old editor at Libretto sent me seventeen pages of changes on my book. Seventeen fucking pages. I told her she had me

confused with Nora Roberts—I wrote smut. I got my six hard

fucks in the book. Take it or leave it.

“Bad day. Very bad day. All I wanted that day…all I des-

perately fucking wanted, was Søren.

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