Stolen Kiss From a Prince

She eyed him, reluctant to be sympathetic when she was annoyed with him for ignoring her. But he had taken Sammy, who still chattered and wiggled in a bid for freedom. And generally she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

“I suppose that can be trying, as well.”

“I’ll tell you, it can be a real damper on a date.” Long-felt aggravation rang through the words.

Her turn to laugh. “Poor baby.”

He froze and looked down his nose at her. “You are impertinent, mademoiselle.”

She flushed and looked away. “I am sorry.”

“Your Highness,” Neil, Julian’s head of security, turned to them, “the space is secure.”

“Thank you.” The lift of a dark eyebrow let her know she’d been saved by the announcement. “What is your security plan?”

“A man at both entrances.” The trim, dark-haired man responded. “St. James will be in the computer room, and I’ll be roving. The trip to Lyon is expected to take four hours.”

Julian nodded. “And the weather?”

“There’s been no change. Reports indicate the storm is lessening, but the airport at Lyon is still closed.”

“Keep me apprised if anything changes.”

“Very good, sir.” Neil bowed briefly and moved down the corridor.

Julian turned back to Katrina. “Mademoiselle, would you care to give us a tour?”

“My pleasure,” she lied. Just a tiny fib actually. What she’d really like was to take Sammy into one of the guest rooms and sleep. Instead she followed in Neil’s wake down the narrow corridor running along the left side of the train from the back where they boarded.

“The car has three guest rooms.” She opened the first door on the right and showed him a small room with a double bed, the decor a sparse elegance equal to a high-end hotel. The second door revealed a room much like the first, in reverse order with twin beds.

“These two rooms share a bath with a full shower. With your permission, I’ll sleep with Sammy in here.” He nodded. Good. She had the nursery monitor with her, but she preferred to stay close to the child. Unfortunately, it also put her closer to Julian. Not a problem, she vowed. It wasn’t as if there was the least likelihood he’d make a move on her.

His appalled reaction to her kiss this morning proved she was safe from him.

“The master suite is the next door down. You have a private attached bath. The entire train car is bulletproof, including all the windows, plus the master bedroom acts as a panic room should the car be breached. I am sure Neil will go over all the specifics with you.”

She waved him ahead, and he stepped into an elegant oasis decorated in cream, tan and bronze. This room included a small seating area and a bar with a mini refrigerator. Next came the lounge with plenty of comfortable seating in dark leather followed by a half bath and the crew’s quarters.

Upstairs, she showed him the domed observation lounge with big-screen TV, the formal dining room, kitchen, tiny computer room and crew’s lounge. As with the guest rooms and lounge below, the furnishings here were tasteful and soothing. Plush silver-gray carpet cushioned every step, soft hunter green velvet covered the couch and chairs, while dark woods, fine crystal and a stunning black marble table added to the richness of the rooms.

“Quite the setup.” Julian let Sammy down in the observation lounge and settled into an armchair. “Much more comfortable than the deluxe sleeper car I traveled in to Pasadonia.”

“Indeed,” Katrina agreed. “Princess Bernadette especially prefers traveling by train when they have the twins with them. There are gates attached to the top and bottom of the staircases.”

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