Page 50 of Trapped with the Undercover Prince

“Has she woken?” Zar asked.

“No, sir.”

“Good. My mother has decided I’m sleeping somewhere else, and Brigette is coming to stay in the suite with Anna. You and I are out.”

“Brigette?” John asked.

At Zar’s nod, John continued, “Ever since that bastard from Spain broke her heart, she hasn’t been the easiest person to be around.”

Zar thought about that for a moment. Brigette had been hurt, but Anna was the best healer he’d ever seen. Maybe this was a better idea than he first thought. “Anna can handle her, and I’ve been given a direct order.” He swept his hand toward the door. “After you.”

John picked up his computer and put his suit jacket back on. He left the suite first and said good evening to someone out in the hallway.

Brigette walked into the room.

“Please don’t scare her away,” Zar begged.

“Perhaps you should reconsider that. I think I’d be doing her a favor if I did.”

They both knew why. Brigette had thought herself in love with a man who didn’t care about her title or wealth. She found out too late it had all been a lie.

“Talk to her before you judge her. I think she’ll surprise you.”

Brigette’s pinched face and crossed arms told him she didn’t believe it.

“At least be polite.”

“Of course, I’ll be polite,” she said on a huff. “Besides,” she added, looking at the door leading into his bedroom. “Mother made me promise, too.”

Zar nodded, then left his suite. He walked down to the closest family guest suite, went inside, and went to bed.

He didn’t like leaving Anna alone with someone she didn’t know, his sister or not. He snorted. Brigette thought she had Anna figured out. On second thought, it might be interesting to be a fly on the wall when Anna awoke and Brigette met someone who truly didn’t care for titles or fancy clothes.

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Zar woke to the smellof coffee. He glanced over and discovered someone had put a steaming cup of the beverage on the side table next to the bed.

John always did know how to get him up and moving.

He’d gone to sleep wearing nothing more than his underwear, so he put his clothes back on and walked out into the sitting room for the suite. John was there, dressed in a fresh suit.

“How long did I sleep?”

“About eight hours, Your Highness.”

Zar looked out the window. “I’m all turned around. What time is it?”

“Ten thirty-three in the morning.”

“Anna?”

“Still sleeping.”

“Would you do me a favor?” he asked the other man.

“What do you need?” John asked, getting to his feet.

“Will you go to the kitchen and ask them to prepare some pancakes for our guest? She likes to eat them after a long day in surgery.”

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