“It’s not the same thing, Jess. He’d need someone from a respected family.” I wrapped my arms around my chest. “I’m not really royal. I’m an American related to someone who was a royal.”
“That doesn’t seem to matter to Rose and Alex.”
“Jess.”
“Don’t Jess me. I saw the way you looked at him. The way he looked at you. Don’t be stupid, Sam. You overthink things.”
“I do not! I make educated decisions.” I shook my head. “I have way too much going on to be mixed up in anything complicated.”
“Complicated is the best kind.” Jess smirked.
“I’m going to bed.” I threw the blanket off and stood up. “I have to pack tomorrow and get ready for the trip.”
“I see my argument skills have forced you to retreat. I claim victory.”
“Shuddup!” I looked over at Becca, who was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “Do you need anything?”
“I have everything I need.” She smiled at me.
“Okay. Spill. Why do you have a Southern accent but work for Lilaria?” I frowned at her.
“I went through training with the FBI. When Rose came over a few years ago, I was part of the team assigned to her.” She smiled. “I stopped an attempt to kidnap her and she asked me to work for her.”
“Someone tried to kidnap her?”
“Holy shit.” Jess stood up and walked over. “You stopped a kidnapper?”
“Yes. Did you think I was just here for looks?” Becca asked.
“Well, no. I just thought you were to keep people from bothering Sam.” Jess looked at Becca with weighing eyes. “I bet people underestimate you a lot.”
“It works to my advantage.” Becca shrugged.
“Do I need to worry about something like that?”
“I’m just a precaution,” Becca assured me.
“I’m so done for tonight. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” I started to turn away.
“You want help tomorrow?” Jess asked. She normally didn’t have any classes on Thursday and often worked from home.
“That would be great.”
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. It had been one of the longest weeks of my life and it was nowhere near being over.
The next morning I was woken up by the sounds of voices in the living room. It was barely seven o’clock and I already had twelve e-mails according to my phone. I sat up and stared at the sun streaming through my window.
I grabbed some jeans, a long-sleeve T-shirt, and tennis shoes. Once I was ready, I threw open my door and went in search of coffee. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table with Jess and Bert. I nodded my head at them but went straight for the coffeepot. I didn’t have the brainpower yet to deal with why Sarah was in my house.
I poured a healthy amount of creamer and sugar in and stirred until my coffee was creamy brown. I took a sip and sighed. Just right. I rummaged around in the refrigerator and found some yogurt. Grabbing a spoon, I took the last chair at the table.
“Good morning, Duchess.” Sarah smiled at me.
I grunted.
Jess snickered. “Wait until after the first cup.”
“Ah. I understand.” Sarah smiled brightly. “It usually takes me two before I’m fully awake.”
I grunted again. I bet Sarah woke up ready for anything. She probably slept in her clothes with that notebook clutched in her hand. She had it open next to her with a bunch of notes scribbled in the shorthand I had noticed the day before. I took my time with my coffee and yogurt, listening while Jess asked questions and Sarah answered.
Finally I got up and threw away the yogurt cup and poured some more coffee. I turned to look at them and sipped from my cup. “Okay.”
“That’s her way of saying tell her what’s going on,” Jess explained.
“Well, I brought you some more information about your arrival in Lilaria. There will be a ceremony to welcome you home. After that there will be a delegation to bring you to the palace to meet Queen Felecia. You’ll be spending the night there before being given a small reception the next day where you will be introduced to some of the other nobility and members of parliament.” She took a breath and I waved my free hand in the air.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m going to be presented to the queen after flying across the Atlantic for hours and hours? What type of plane are we taking? Will I be able to take a shower? I mean, I’m supposed to go meet the Queen of Lilaria just like that?” I turned around and fished through the cabinets. “Shit. I need a bigger cup.” I grabbed the giant mug with the saying I said good day, sir!
“It’s customary that the queen welcome visiting dignitaries or nobles. The fact that you are ‘coming home’ is an even bigger reason for her to invite you to the castle. Prince Alex also asked that you stay at the palace before being taken to your lands. I believe he wants to escort you to your home.” Sarah smiled politely, but I caught the twinkle in her eyes. Apparently my moment with Alex hadn’t gone unnoticed yesterday. Or maybe it was because he had spent the day before with me.
“That’s not necessary. I’m sure he has more important things to take care of.”
Jess glared at me, her nose wrinkled and her mouth pressed into a firm line.
“He was quite adamant.” Sarah smiled again before turning back to her notebook. “Chadwick is going to the Rousseau estate today to make sure everything is ready for your arrival. There has been a steward appointed to the lands while your family was away, so I’m expecting everything has been kept in good shape.”