hands moved to her slender waistline, and I held her next to me, wanting to take off that dress and move deep inside her. But that would have to wait until later. “Are you ready to go?”
“I think so…Duke.” She smiled like she was teasing me. “You told me you didn’t have a title.”
“I told you I wasn’t a prince. Prince is a pussy word.”
She rolled her eyes. “Is not. But whatever.”
“Yes, I’m a duke. But it’s just a title. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I think it means a lot.”
It didn’t mean as much as she thought, and she would never know why. “The car is waiting for us. Let’s get going. And remember.” I pulled the useless tracker out of my pocket. “Try anything stupid, and you know what happens.”
She was just glowing a moment before, but now her face fell in sadness. “You think I ever forget?”
The parade ended hours ago, so we pulled into the large roundabout that led to the amazing landmark known as the Holyrood Palace. The garden party would take place within the enclosure of the beautiful building.
When we pulled up to the front, London looked out the window and examined the wonderful arches on the ground floor that led to the inner depths of the palace. Bowls of flowers hung from every other arch, and the large windows on the second floor looked over the entryway and the courtyard on the other side. I’d been here countless times, but I still found the ancient landmark to be fascinating.
“Wow…” When the driver came to her side of the car and opened the door, she forgot to step out. “It’s beautiful.”
“I know.” I gave her a gentle pat on the thigh so she knew to exit.
London took Dunbar’s hand, even though she despised him, and stepped out. Other parliament officials mingled together outside the entrance, probably discussing the parade from the afternoon.
I approached from behind her then extended my arm.
It took her a moment to realize what I was asking. She took my arm and held herself with elegance, the way Frans taught her. She kept her shoulders back, her chest up, and she blended in with everyone else.
She turned her lips to my ear. “Do I look nervous?”
“No. You look beautiful.”
She released the air she was holding, relaxing slightly.
I guided her to the entrance but stopped to say hello to Lord Provost. I introduced him to London and we made small talk for a few moments before we continued onward. Next, I ran into the First Minister of Scotland, Nicola Sturgeon. I made the introductions, and we discussed a few matters of the scotch business before I continued forward.
“The President of Scotland is a woman?” London asked in surprise.
“Yes. Why is that strange?”
“In America, we’d be lucky to ever have a female president. So far, it’s never happened.”
I tried not to insult other people’s countries. It was in my royal blood. “Hopefully, it’ll happen someday. Nicola has been the First Minister for three years now. She’s done an excellent job.” I continued speaking in my Scottish accent now that we were among the monarchs of the United Kingdom.
She smiled. “I think you sound cute when you talk like that.”
“Cute?” Cute was an insult for a guy like me.
“Sexy. Is that better?”
I stopped walking and stared at her, caught by surprise from her compliment. She never said anything nice to me, except when she showed her concern about my drinking and smoking. And even then, she claimed she didn’t give a damn about me. “You think I’m sexy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Let’s not play games anymore, Crewe.”
“I wasn’t playing them to begin with.” I stared her down, watching her expression.
“We both know I’m attracted to you. I think that’s pretty obvious.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.” I continued to walk forward with London still on my arm. Now I wished we could have a moment alone together, even if it was just to share a heated kiss. But that would have to wait until later.
I introduced London to a lot of people and explained a lot of titles she would have to write down if she ever had any hope of memorizing them. I only knew these things because of my early childhood.
When I introduced her to the queen, London hid her nerves well. She smiled like she belonged there, greeted her correctly, and even shared a few words with her about the beauty of the palace.
I’d known the queen for a short period of