Prince in Disguise by Stephanie Kate Strohm

Author:Stephanie Kate Strohm
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

“Jamie! My goodness!”

At the sound of a shrill female voice, I opened my eyes to see a scandalized Tilly standing on the front steps of the Atholl Arms.

“You are the last young man I expected to see ravishing a lady in a carriage!”

“He wasn’t,” I hastened to explain as I scrambled over Jamie and out of the sleigh. “I mean, it was a consensual ravishing.”

“The Consensual Ravishing,” Jamie said, as I knew he would the minute that idiotic sentence left my mouth.

As the cameraman hopped off the front of the sleigh, I realized I’d been making out with Jamie literally in front of the camera. Oh my God. I sank deeper into my seat, burning with mortification. How could I possibly have let my guard down? I had played right into TRC’s manipulative hands. I hated to admit it, but maybe Dusty had been right, and you did adjust to the camera eventually—because the minute I closed my eyes and started kissing Jamie, I had totally, completely forgotten it existed. And now Dusty and Mom and all the randos from the back of my calculus class were going to see it.

“At least you’re still all buttoned up, poor duck,” Tilly clucked as she bustled me out of the sleigh and into the warmth of the inn. “Loose hands of an aristocratic roué and all.”

“Aristocratic roué?” I mouthed at Jamie.

He shrugged wildly and mouthed back something that looked like “Romance novels.”

“I expected more.” Tilly waggled her finger at Jamie.

“Blame it on the moonlight, Tilly. I suppose we got a bit carried away.”

“Hmph. Moonlight,” she snorted. “Give me your coats, then, and off to dinner with ye.”

Jamie helped me out of my coat and handed it to her. We followed Tilly’s stiff back as she marched down the hall. The Christmas decorations at the Atholl Arms appeared to have multiplied since the last time we’d been there. At the end of the hall, just past a mounted deer head wearing a Santa hat, she pushed open the door to a private dining room. The walls were decked out with glowing candles and green garlands. In the middle of the room an elaborate table was set for two. And, in the corner, I kid you not, there was a string quartet. In tuxedos. As we entered the room, they raised their bows and began playing a sweet melody.

A wave of something that felt disconcertingly like nausea rocked me.

“Excuse me,” I said abruptly as I began backing out of the room past a very confused Tilly. “I have to go.”

“Dylan, are you quite all right?” Jamie asked with concern.

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him away as he reached out for me. “I’ll just, um, be a minute.”

And just like Heaven had at the Cineplex on her first date with Tate Moseley, I bolted for the girls’ bathroom.

The cameraman followed me for a bit, but I shut the bathroom door in his face when it blessedly appeared right off the lobby. Let him go film Tilly and Jamie and the string quartet.

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