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my father was mad at me. The name of my first toy horse.”
    She sat back, almost dazed. “Wow.”
    He nodded. “Believe me, it’s been no bed of roses. This royalty gig is not for the faint of heart. They put you through the wringer.”
    She stared at him. Royal. Could it really be true? An ache started deep in her heart. She knew what this was—a death knell for her marriage. Sure, she’d told herself it was all over many times in the last few weeks, but there had always been a small, pitiful hope in the furthest reaches of her soul. Now that hope was dying.
    Royalty. That was a bridge too far for her to go. He had no idea, had never had a clue, just how far from royalty her family was. Neither one of them had thought twice about what sort of families they came from. They hadn’t given a thought to where they planned to go in life. There was a war on and they both had dangerous jobs. Love and passion were all they cared about. Nothing else mattered. They had to be together every possible moment, and when they weren’t, all their energy went into keeping their relationship a secret from their respective commanding officers. Any hint of a marriage would have had them both out on their ears.
    Under normal circumstances they would have begun to ask each other questions in time. But they never got the chance. It was all over much too soon. When he’d walked in to their bedroom and found her going through his hidden papers…
    She drew in a shuddering breath, pushing that awful memory away, and tried to keep calm. “And what are the results?”
    He shook his head, wondering why she seemed so emotional about something that was only happening to him. He appreciated the concern, but it seemed a bit extreme. “Tests are ongoing.”
    A lost Ambrian prince. Incredible. That changed everything.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “W HY does this house seem so empty?”
    Janis and Mykal were downstairs again, walking arm-in-arm through the kitchen into the foyer.
    “Because the people have gone,” Mykal answered her. “All we’ve got left are the ghosts of lives gone by.”
    As if on cue, the sound of provocative feminine laughter came at them from down the hallway and they both came to a shocked standstill.
    “Ghosts?” she whispered, glancing at him sideways.
    He frowned. “I’m putting my money on flesh and blood in this case,” he muttered, starting for where the sound came from.
    The evidence of someone having a good time seemed to be coming from the library. The feminine simpering had been joined by a deeper male voice, seemingly egging her on. As they reached the door, Mykal held out his arm.
    “Stand back. You might not want to see this,” he warned.
    She half laughed. “But you do?”
    “It’s my duty,” he said with a wink. The door came open and the giggling came to an abrupt halt. All Janis could see over his shoulder was a flash of frilly skirt and Mykal’s brother’s angry face as he jumped up off the couch.
    “Okay, Kylos,” Mykal said in his best authoritative voice. “You want to explain this?”
    “What the hell, Mykal? You could knock on the door, you know.”
    “And you could lock it if you plan some really heavy lovemaking here.”
    “I…I…no, I…”
    “Who is this lovely young lady?”
    She was giggling again and now Janis could see her plainly. A little too blond and a little too old for Kylos, she was still pretty, but didn’t look too bright.
    “This is our cook,” Kylos said angrily. “I hired her yesterday. I was just conferring with her. I have to do that, you know.”
    Mykal was obviously holding back a hoot of laughter. “I suppose you do. I’d suggest she could probably understand your instruction better if you left her clothes on, though.”
    The “cook” was giggling again. Mykal shook his head and gave up. “I hope she knows how to make a good lasagna,” he noted as he turned away. Janis hid her smile and followed him to the bedroom he was using. There were no more festive