The Royal Pain. MaryJanice Davidson
the only one who wanted to go to school for years and years to learn about it. I thought my father was going to have a nervous breakdown.” At Shel’s quizzical look, she elaborated. “It was very hard on him when David went away to school.”
“Oh.”
“You know. Parents.”
“Yeah. You know, I read about your bro somewhere,” he said, almost reluctantly. “Got his Bachelor’s in three years, his Master’s in a year and a half, and his PhD in two years.”
“Yes,” she said cheerfully. “He’s a tremendous geek. Definitely the brains in the family.”
“I dunno,” he said, giving her a sideways glance. “Your knuckles don’t exactly drag on the floor when you walk. Congratulations. You got through the tour without a single stupid question.”
She smiled graciously. “So did you.”
Shel laughed, and she had to look away. He had a great laugh and it took years off his face. She was trying to figure out if she was attracted to him because of his handsome face, killer long legs, or because he’d been so rude. Nobody was ever rude to her. It made for a refreshing change of pace.
“I appreciate your time, Dr. Rivers.”
“Shel. And it was no trouble, Princess.”
“Alex. And aren’t you afraid you’ll go to Hell for lying?” she teased.
“Hardly. I’ve lived in Guam; I’ve already been in Hell.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Army brat,” he replied shortly. “My dad was posted.”
“My dad was in the military, too—”
“I’ll bet! Wasn’t he, like, King-General-in-Chief?”
“Hardly,” she said primly. “And such nasty assumptions you make, Dr. Rivers. In my country, military service isn’t mandated for the royal family. My father joined because he wanted to. Also, his mother was driving him crazy. But we were talking about your homes. I’ve never lived anywhere but Alaska. Have you been?”
“Yeah. Also Germany, France, Iceland, Great Britain, Gitmo, Italy, and Kentucky.”
She found that quite fascinating, though from the tone of his voice it wasn’t a topic up for much further discussion. “How interesting. This is my first time in North Dakota.”
“Yeah, I figured. I mean, who’s gonna come here if they don’t have to?”
“You don’t like it here?”
“Actually, I kind of love it here.”
“It’s very beautiful. Different from home, but still lovely. You can see, here. For miles and miles. At home, the trees crowd right up to the road. It can be a little claustrophobic, especially if you’re used to…” She held out an arm, indicating the state of North Dakota. “This.”
He was silent for a long moment, and when he spoke, it sounded like he was strangling. “It’s my place. I picked it. Nobody dragged me here and then dragged me away. Nobody stuck me somewhere and waited until I made friends and then stuck me somewhere else. North Dakota’s mine.”
She nodded.
“It’s the only thing that’s ever been mine.”
“Yes, Dr. Rivers.”
“I guess you wouldn’t know about that.”
“I know about being stuck.”
He snorted. “Sure you do.”
“It’s not an exclusive province of the children of Army officers.”
“Or royalty.”
She looked at him. “Oh. I see. You’re one of those assholes who assume that the rich don’t have problems.”
“I don’t think princesses are allowed to use the word ‘assholes.’”
“Trust me, Dr. Rivers, you wouldn’t know a damn thing about it.”
“Oh, come on! Like someone who has never once had to worry about buying food or paying the electric bill really has problems?”
“Good-bye, Dr. Rivers,” she said, and abruptly strode away, waving to Jenny who was waiting for her at the end of the corridor.
“Shel!” he yelled after her.
Chapter 10
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So.”
“Yeah.”
“How’ve you been?”
“Fine. You?”
“Oh, you know. The usual things. Not much has happened in the four hours since I last saw you.”
“Well, kind of a lot has happened on my end,” Shel explained.
“Yes, I see that,” Alex replied.
“Thanks for coming.”
“Well, I felt it was the least I could do.”
“No, you didn’t have to.”
“It’s all right,” she said kindly. “I felt we had some unfinished business.”
“I kind of felt that way, too. I mean, that’s the whole reason I’m here.”
“I understand.”
Alex could hear the click of heels, and didn’t have to turn away from the bars to know Jenny had entered the small room.
“Oh, dear,” she said, staring at Shel. Her small nose wrinkled, and Alex knew why; she’d seen her fair share of jail cells. They all smelled like laundry soap, sweat, and piss. “Oh, oh dear.”
“Hi,” he said, waving at her from his side of the cell.
Jenny ran a distracted hand through her newly shorn brunette bob. “Oh, Dr. Rivers. Oh, oh, oh.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had to bail out one of your little chickadees before.”
“She hasn’t,” Alex informed him. “But we’ve visited friends on occasion.”
“Royal pals in the clink!” Shel said gleefully. “Film at eleven!”
“What is Dr. Tiegel going to say? What will the press say?” Jenny cried.
“What will my father say?” Alex suggested, because she had a vicious streak and wanted to see Jenny go even paler, if possible.
“Your father. Your father!” Jenny started walking in small, distracted circles. “I will, of course, be blamed for this, and he’s right to blame me, I should have guessed you’d try something idiotic and ridiculous.”
“Hey!” Shel protested. “I just wanted to see your boss again, that’s all. We sort of left on the wrong foot.”
“Actually, the wrong foot was wedged into your big fat mouth,” Alex said helpfully.
“So I thought it’d be cool to sneak in and see you and apologize.”
“Only to be tackled, cuffed, and hauled away by my ever-vigilant security team, then tossed in jail.”
“Look, in the movies it would have worked. It would have been romantic and cool.” He managed to get the sullen look off his face for half a second. “Thanks again for coming down.”
“How could I stay away, once I was told what you’d been up to?” she teased.
Jenny was shaking her head. “Dr. Rivers, what world do you live in?”
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