Page 19 of Trapped with the Undercover Prince

She got it. “You want to pretend we’re a couple?”

He smiled again, and it was more than a little bit sinful. “Would that really be so difficult?”

She floundered, looking for a response, but none she could voice came to her. Wait, was she actually considering it? Pretending to be on some kind of vacation fling with a royal was one thing. Doing it so he could clandestinely investigate terrorists added a whole other level of reckless to the proposal.

Life is short; live the adventure. Those had been some of her grandmother’s last words to her. Words she’d vowed to live by. Words that set her free in ways she was still discovering.

But she did have responsibilities waiting for her after the vacation was over. Finally, she found something she could ask. “For how long?”

Surprise widened his eyes. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” he said. “Until my investigation is over?”

He hadn’t really expected her to say yes. Didn’t princes always get what they want? “That sounds like longer than a week.”

“Do you have to leave on a specific day?”

“I have return plane tickets in...” She pulled out her phone to look at it. “Seven days.”

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Deal.” He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it, expecting him to shake it, but he lifted her hand and kissed it.

It was just a short press of his lips to her skin, but he held her hand with a gentleness that settled something deep in her gut, while it excited other parts of her.

She tugged her hand away and put another forkful of food into her mouth. Something told her she was going to need all the energy she could get.

“I’m still going to need a hotel room somewhere in Cime.”

His expression turned smug. “I told you, I know a place.”

“A place or a...palace?”

He shrugged, his smile deepening. “I call it home.”

He was a prince, so... “Oy.”

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