to pack as perfectly as you do.”
Julia’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I’m going to miss you. How am I ever going to survive without you?”
Chloe patted her shoulder. “I’m not going away forever, silly girl.” She slipped her carry-on over one shoulder and hoisted the largest suitcase with a grunt. “Ugh. This is horrible. I really need to get better luggage, the type with wheels.”
Julia was struggling to carry her piece of luggage down the stairs. “Is there anything breakable in here?”
“Nope.”
“Good.” She glanced over the railing. “No one below.” She gave it a hard shove.
“Julia!” cried out Chloe as the bag catapulted down the stairs to the floor below.
“Well, you said nothing was breakable,” Julia called over her shoulder.
“I still don’t appreciate my luggage being thrown like that,” Chloe mumbled.
By the time she reached the first floor, she wished she’d tossed her bag down the stairs too. Her arms ached. Her back was killing her. Her hands throbbed. She had packed too much. But she was going to be gone for almost two months. How did a person pack for that? Her longest vacation had been ten days to Disney World. And after those ten days, she couldn’t wait to get home to her own room, away from her annoying siblings and grumpy parents. Okay, she’d loved the Magic Kingdom and the castle, but family vacations were overrated. Really.
“There’s a limo out front,” squealed Julia. “You are soooo incredibly lucky.”
Chloe dropped the heavy luggage. “Ask me if I’m lucky in six weeks, okay?”
Julia looked away from the front window. “Okay. I’ll ask you then. Promise me you’ll tell me everything.”
“I promise, Jules.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Would you sleep with him if you had the chance?”
I already have . But she couldn’t say that to Julia. Not yet. Later. Much later. When this crazy ordeal was finally over.
But there was no need to lie.
“Oh, yes,” Chloe said softly, remembering the simmering night at the Roosevelt. “If I got the chance.”
“He’s that handsome?”
“To die for.”
“Better than in photos? On TV?”
Chloe nodded.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” agreed Chloe, wondering again how on earth she was going to keep her hands off Prince Charming for the next few weeks. She’d already sampled the goods, the best she’d ever had. How could she possibly return them, him, now?
Julia glanced out the window again. “Is he out there?”
Chloe shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m sure he has his own private limo to pick him up. Antonia and Lester never said anything about us sharing a ride to the airport.”
“I think he’s here,” Julia whispered.
Chloe’s eyes rounded. “What?”
“He’s here. At least I think that’s him walking up the sidewalk.”
“No way.”
Julia looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Way,” she repeated softly.
It couldn’t be. No. He wasn’t picking her up. They weren’t sharing a limo. No. This couldn’t be happening. No way.
Chloe hurried to the window. She pulled back the curtain, noticing her hands trembled. She looked out into the California sunshine and gasped.
Way.
Prince Maximilian strode up her sidewalk, looking deliciously handsome in washed-out jeans and a white T-shirt. Not at all like a prince, but like a regular American guy.
“That’s him, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve seen lots of photos of him and read lots of articles about him, but I’ve never really seen him.”
“Yes, that’s him.”
“Wow. Hot.”
The corners of Chloe’s mouth turned up at Julia’s amazed voice. “Think he’s sexier is person? I don’t have much to compare to, considering you’re the one obsessed with magazines focused on celebrities and royalty.”
Julia rolled her eyes. “Ah, you aren’t totally oblivious to People magazine. You just aren’t as infatuated as I am.”
“True.” Although Chloe did occasionally read the latest gossip
Julia’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I’m going to miss you. How am I ever going to survive without you?”
Chloe patted her shoulder. “I’m not going away forever, silly girl.” She slipped her carry-on over one shoulder and hoisted the largest suitcase with a grunt. “Ugh. This is horrible. I really need to get better luggage, the type with wheels.”
Julia was struggling to carry her piece of luggage down the stairs. “Is there anything breakable in here?”
“Nope.”
“Good.” She glanced over the railing. “No one below.” She gave it a hard shove.
“Julia!” cried out Chloe as the bag catapulted down the stairs to the floor below.
“Well, you said nothing was breakable,” Julia called over her shoulder.
“I still don’t appreciate my luggage being thrown like that,” Chloe mumbled.
By the time she reached the first floor, she wished she’d tossed her bag down the stairs too. Her arms ached. Her back was killing her. Her hands throbbed. She had packed too much. But she was going to be gone for almost two months. How did a person pack for that? Her longest vacation had been ten days to Disney World. And after those ten days, she couldn’t wait to get home to her own room, away from her annoying siblings and grumpy parents. Okay, she’d loved the Magic Kingdom and the castle, but family vacations were overrated. Really.
“There’s a limo out front,” squealed Julia. “You are soooo incredibly lucky.”
Chloe dropped the heavy luggage. “Ask me if I’m lucky in six weeks, okay?”
Julia looked away from the front window. “Okay. I’ll ask you then. Promise me you’ll tell me everything.”
“I promise, Jules.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Would you sleep with him if you had the chance?”
I already have . But she couldn’t say that to Julia. Not yet. Later. Much later. When this crazy ordeal was finally over.
But there was no need to lie.
“Oh, yes,” Chloe said softly, remembering the simmering night at the Roosevelt. “If I got the chance.”
“He’s that handsome?”
“To die for.”
“Better than in photos? On TV?”
Chloe nodded.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” agreed Chloe, wondering again how on earth she was going to keep her hands off Prince Charming for the next few weeks. She’d already sampled the goods, the best she’d ever had. How could she possibly return them, him, now?
Julia glanced out the window again. “Is he out there?”
Chloe shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m sure he has his own private limo to pick him up. Antonia and Lester never said anything about us sharing a ride to the airport.”
“I think he’s here,” Julia whispered.
Chloe’s eyes rounded. “What?”
“He’s here. At least I think that’s him walking up the sidewalk.”
“No way.”
Julia looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Way,” she repeated softly.
It couldn’t be. No. He wasn’t picking her up. They weren’t sharing a limo. No. This couldn’t be happening. No way.
Chloe hurried to the window. She pulled back the curtain, noticing her hands trembled. She looked out into the California sunshine and gasped.
Way.
Prince Maximilian strode up her sidewalk, looking deliciously handsome in washed-out jeans and a white T-shirt. Not at all like a prince, but like a regular American guy.
“That’s him, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve seen lots of photos of him and read lots of articles about him, but I’ve never really seen him.”
“Yes, that’s him.”
“Wow. Hot.”
The corners of Chloe’s mouth turned up at Julia’s amazed voice. “Think he’s sexier is person? I don’t have much to compare to, considering you’re the one obsessed with magazines focused on celebrities and royalty.”
Julia rolled her eyes. “Ah, you aren’t totally oblivious to People magazine. You just aren’t as infatuated as I am.”
“True.” Although Chloe did occasionally read the latest gossip
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