The Simply Scandalous Princess. Michele Dunaway
and give your name at the door.”
Lucia pressed the piece of paper into his hand. “Until tonight at ten.”
And then, before he had a chance to bow, Lucia left the office.
HARRISON STARED after her. The proof was all there—the piece of paper crumbled in his palm, the empty water goblet, the residual smell of roses. She hadn’t been a mirage.
Why did he feel she had been?
Without her, the room seemed empty, lifeless.
Harrison slumped back down into the chair. He ran a hand thoughtfully across his chin, feeling the five-o’clock shadow that he’d need to shave away before he met up with Lucia tonight.
He couldn’t let himself look forward to the evening. But how he wanted to!
Somehow Lucia had triggered something in him, something he needed to explore. He could control it, whatever it was. After the incident with Mary, he’d made being in control a lifelong habit.
The phone on the desk buzzed and Harrison strode over to pick it up.
“King Easton would like to see you before he returns to Charlotte’s apartment,” Ellie told him. “He informs me he’s dining with Lucia and her mother tonight, and he’d like to know if you’ve discovered anything.”
Great. Easton wanted a full report already. Harrison wished he had something to say, besides Lucia’s side of Gregory Barrett’s story.
For right now, though, that would have to be enough.
“I’ll be right up,” he said, knowing that once again he was going to lie to his king. But what else could he do?
Torn, he headed toward the elevator, already rehearsing his lines.
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