The Princess Game

The Phildonia Royal Romance Series 

Book One

By George H. McVey

Copyright © 2020 by George H. McVey All rights reserved. 

Cover design by Erin Dameron Hill/ EDH Graphics

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Introduction 

Jordan Sparks is a strong, independent Texas debutante out to prove she can succeed on her own. Right up until HE shows up. Mister tall, dark, handsome, and a real-life Prince Charming, Crown Prince Owen of Phildonia. He’s in Texas for one last weekend before he must return home to choose a bride from the noble women of his kingdom. One weekend filled with steamy kisses and a night spent in his arms has her questioning everything. Will Jordan listen to her heart and take a chance on a Prince? Or will her mind win out and keep her following her independent path to success? 

Crown Prince Owen Chadwick Theodore of Phildonia was supposed to be celebrating one last weekend of freedom. Until he walks into his penthouse suite and catches sight of the blonde-haired beauty with the Texas twang. What’s a responsible Prince to do? Go home and forget about the connection he feels for Jordan by following his duty? If so, he will marry one of the Noble women presented to win his hand. Should he take a chance on the Texas beauty and invite her to Phildonia? A friend arranges a second chance for Owen and Jordan to explore their connection. 

Can they change the mind of the King, Queen and Royal Council who have already chosen his Princess without his input? Will love conquer all, or was the outcome inevitable in a rigged round of The Princess Game?

Chapter One

Jordan Sparks sighed as she looked around the spacious suite they had sent her to work in as a private concierge. Why her boss had chosen her she didn’t know, as it was obvious from the state of the rooms that the guests in this penthouse were all single men. No one else could make a mess like this in just a few hours and feel good about leaving it. She called down and requested a three person housekeeping team to come and straighten up and freshen the room. 

Upon entering each bedroom, she noticed that the luggage had not been unpacked, and she unpacked it for each guest as part of her services. She was pleasantly surprised when she got to the master bedroom that the occupant of this room had not made a mess and had even unpacked all his own things. The clothes in the chest of drawers were of a high and expensive quality and nicer than most of her clients at the newest five-star hotel in San Antonio. 

Jordan took a last look around the room and reentered the main parlor of the penthouse just as the doors opened and in walked a group of men. They were all in their twenties or early thirties, and to be honest, they were all good looking. In the middle of them was the most stunning man Jordan had ever seen. His complexion was a deep golden color, almost Mediterranean. He had straight dark hair that was expertly styled above his ears, a firm jaw with just a hint of stubble, not even quite at the five o’clock shadow stage. He held himself with a bearing unlike anyone she’d ever met, and the smile on his face made him even more enticing. And his eyes… His eyes were his best feature by far. They were a soft mossy shade of green that seemed to suck her in. His deep voice went straight to her heart. “Well, hello there. I didn’t expect anyone to be here when we returned.” 

Jordan smiled. “Hello, I’m Jordan Sparks. Someone in your party requested a concierge for your stay, that’s me. I’m here to facilitate anything you need during your occupancy of this suite. There is a cleaning crew at work in the bedrooms. And I can arrange any entertainment you may desire, including hosting a dinner party or making reservations at any of San Antonio’s premiere venues. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll be happy to provide.” A blonde with what Jordan considered to be an utterly ridiculous soul patch slid past the others. “You’ll provide anything we might need?” His tone and hungry gaze told her what he was insinuating. Her eyes hardened. “Within reason. I am not a pimp, or a call girl; nor do I, or the hotel, provide anything illegal to our guests. I would suggest that you satisfy those hungers on your own.” 

The other men laughed and catcalled the smooth operator. “She has your number, Terence. Even in America, you’re striking out.” 

The Greek God who’d first caught her attention didn’t laugh, and his eyes seemed to spark from angry to irritated before a calm facade dropped over him like a cloak. “I apologize for my friends’ lack of manners and decorum. I appreciate your willingness to help us have the best weekend we can here.” 

She put the rest out of her mind, realizing this was the natural leader of their group. “So, how may I help make your stay more enjoyable?” 

The perfect specimen of manliness opened his mouth when a man with the body and shaggy hairstyle of a surfer, his lighter brown hair streaked with blond highlights, spoke up. “It’s my buddy Owen’s bachelor weekend. When we return home, he’ll be putting on the old ball and chain. We need to celebrate his last little bit of freedom. What would you suggest?” 

Jordan loved to help her clients, but she usually received a full dossier on them before providing services. When she arrived this morning, she was informed that these men hadn't filled out anything, so there was no dossier available. “That would depend on what you want this ‘last bit of freedom’ to entail. As I said, I don’t facilitate romantic encounters; but I can make reservations and reserve VIP rooms at any of the clubs in and around San Antonio. Or if you prefer something classical, there is a Whiskey and Cigar bar you could reserve a room in. If you’re looking for the more American bachelor party, there is a Gentlemen’s club I could give you directions to. However, I have no contacts there to get you VIP treatment. Or if you want something unique, the hotel’s owner has a lake house out in Galveston on the beach. I know some people there that would come and throw you a beach party complete with bonfire, Bar-B-Que and music. We could even provide the whiskey and cigar option there, if you’d prefer.”

While she could see that, the last option appealed to most of them. The man they came to celebrate with seemed crestfallen at all the options mentioned for a moment before he schooled his face into that practiced smile. 

“Tonight, I think we should do the Club VIP room. Can you find one without all that techno music, Jordan? If you could arrange it for tomorrow, maybe the beach house and party. Whiskey and cigars in the afternoon?” 

“Of course, Owen, is it? Or is there something else I should call you?”

The smile he gave her was genuine and lit him up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It was all she could do to keep her hormones in check as he went from stunningly handsome to WOAH MAMA, off the charts delicious.

“Owen is perfect.” 

Jordan smiled back at the man and with a single nod she headed toward the hidden office/sleep space for the concierge. All while trying to get her heartbeat under control. “Let me see what I can do to put these plans in motion. But just between us.” She leaned in close to him. “What did you really want to do that no one mentioned?” 

He frowned as he looked at her. “What makes you think I wanted to do something else?” 

“My job here is mostly reading people and exceeding their expectations. While you smiled at every option, you chose ones that your friends seemed excited about. But none of those that were mentioned caused a genuine smile. So, I know you are mostly doing these things because it’s what they want to do. What was it you wanted to do?” 

He looked at his friends who had dispersed around the large great room, a few watching a rugby match on the giant screen; a couple at the wet bar and three standing alone in various parts of the room looking at nothing, which Jordan thought was strange. “I wanted to take a tour of the Alamo. However, that wouldn’t interest the rest of them.” 

“I see. Well, let me go make the arrangements. I’ll be back with your reservation time for the VIP room at Club 10 tonight.” 

“Thank you again, Jordan.” 

“No thanks necessary. It’s my job to make these arrangements. Should I ask for a chef or meals to be delivered beforehand?” 

“Can you just procure us reservations in the restaurant downstairs?”

“I can. For how many?”

“Oh, um six. Three of the guys have other plans.” 

“I’ll be back soon.” Jordan smiled. Then, with one last lingering glance at the handsome Owen, she headed for the small office/sleep space set up for her use when she worked in this penthouse. 

Once the door was closed securely behind her, Jordan walked over to the desk and flipped on the small fan set in the corner. Nine guys, all very good looking, were delicious eye candy, even if one of them had the manners of a wild hog. Another one of them was everything that pushed her buttons, looks wise. She needed the fan to cool her off so she could concentrate on getting them what they wanted. 

Before she called Club 10 about tonight, she needed to call the one person she tried not to call unless necessary. But to clear the use of the beach house, she needed to. She sighed and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. For all the rest, she’d use her office phone, but her cellphone would get her further faster with the hotel’s owner. She hit the contact name and waited as the phone rang. “Jordan, I haven’t heard from you in a while.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you at work, but I have a client at the hotel who wants to have a beach party, and I was wondering if the beach house is available tomorrow evening?” 

“I don’t believe there is anything scheduled. Let me check with my assistant; she’ll know for certain.” 

There was the sound of him speaking to someone else before he came back on the line. “The beach house is now reserved for your use, young lady. Now, when are you going to come over for dinner?” 

“First of the week? I’ve got these clients through the weekend.” 

With a sigh, the company owner grunted. “You know this isn’t necessary Jordan, all you have to do is ask, and…” 

She interrupted him. “I know, but I want to do this. Please don’t interfere.” 

“Fine, but I’ll expect you at dinner on Monday night.” 

“I’ll be there. Tell Tricia I love her.” 

“I will. Got to run. My next appointment is here.” 

“Bye then.” 

She hung up and then started work on the rest of the guys’ requests.

Owen hadn’t really wanted to come at all for this weekend away. While he wasn’t happy about having to pick a wife this season, he would do his duty, and a weekend away was a small sacrifice to give his four friends some fun before their friendship changed. He knew they’d all find the things the lovely hotel worker was arranging fun. Just as he knew, he would find them tiring. He couldn’t really let go and have fun because, even here; in a place so far from home, he had to be careful about photos and the journalist who would die to get a story about the Crown Prince of Phildonia. 

If the press caught him acting in a way that would bring scandal and shame to his family and country; it would bring him to the attention of his father, the King, and the royal council. He wanted to avoid coming to their attention in a negative way with every fiber of his being. While his brother had never cared one way or another before he abdicated the throne, Owen only wanted to be a wise and compassionate ruler, not a disappointment to his people.

But his lackluster enjoyment of this trip had come to a sudden stop when he’d walked into the penthouse they’d reserved to see the most beautiful woman directing the cleanup of the mess his friends had left. Unlike the servants at the castle, she hadn’t tried to catch his attention or disappear into the background. She’d told them exactly who she was and what she could do for them. He still fumed at the way Terence had tried to insinuate that she owed them herself as part of the job. 

“Gentlemen, let me make myself very plain here. While we are here to have a good time without the pressures of life at court, or those Prince and Nobel chasers interfering. You will act with all decorum. Am I making myself clear?” 

They all nodded, but Owen saw the smirk on Terence’s face and strode over to stand in front of him, steely resolve flashing in his green eyes. “If you or anyone disrespect Miss Jordan again, I will make sure that you feel my displeasure back home at court. It would be a shame to see the prosperity of House Hollingsworth suffer because of its heir’s actions here.” 

The color drained out of Terence’s face. While his reputation was that of a force to be reckoned with and a womanizer, the truth no one else knew was that he was a coward at heart. Like most bullies, when someone stood up to him or the eyes of the court weren’t upon him, he caved like a sandcastle in a storm. He swallowed and nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Understood, Your Highness. All you had to say was that you wanted her for yourself.”

Owen’s eyes narrowed. “Everyone will treat her with the utmost respect, and that includes me. This may be our last chance to relax before I have to choose Phildonia’s next Queen, but there is still press around. Not one picture will be worthy of the tabloids attention or I will have everyone answering to my father and the royal council.” 

Everyone nodded and after a few seconds, so did Terrence Hollingsworth. “I mean it Terence, if I even think you are causing trouble, Josiah will have you escorted home and placed in the dungeon.” 

Drew walked up to the two. “He understands, Owen. We all do. What has gotten into you? I’ve never seen you like this. I mean, we’ve been friends since childhood and you’ve never threatened to use your position and influence against a member of the royal court before.” 

Owen looked at his best friend and allowed the tension of the situation to drain away. “That’s true, but it’s past time for all of us to grow up. The Duke of Hollingsworth, the Duke of Elksbane and myself are the next generation of Phildonia’s rulers. We need to act like it instead of college boys on a weekender.”

Drew stared into Owen’s eyes. “There’s more to this than that, but for now, I’ll allow you to use that excuse.” 

Drew’s eyes narrowed as the well-disguised door opened, and Jordan reentered the great room. Owen, almost without thought, turned and moved toward her. Her smile showed just the hint of dimples, and he wanted to taste those lips so badly he almost couldn’t stop himself. She stopped in front of him. “Alright, I’ve got everything set up for you guys. There will be a limo downstairs at nine to take you out to Club 10, where you have a VIP booth reserved. The club owner himself will stop by to check on you, and he has three of his best servers ready to take care of your needs. Then tomorrow at 1 p.m. you have a private room at Whiskey and Cigars, with the finest Cigars and top shelf Whiskey. The room has a billiards table and dart board and again there will be three of the best to serve you. Then at four, I have a chopper rented to convey us to the beach party, and you have the option of staying at the beach house tomorrow night or flying back here. I just need to know which you want me to do?” 

Drew walked up and injected himself into the conversation. Drew's gruff nature usually amused Owen, but it angered him when Drew directed it at Jordan. “What do you mean you have a chopper to convey US to the beach house?”

Owen glared at his friend, who shrugged. “What? It sounds like she’s planning on going there with us.” 

Jordan nodded. “That’s because I am. I had to call in a personal favor to secure you this place for the night. I'm responsible for how it will be left when you're done partying. I will go with you to make sure that the owner's high standards are upheld. 

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t just invite yourself along on Owen’s Bachelor Bash.” 

Drew’s jaw clenched and unclenched in anger as he stepped closer to Jordan. Owen had seen this before. His best friend tried to use his superior size to back his opponent down. However, this time it wasn’t working, as the curvy woman went toe to toe with him. “Then you should tell me what other arrangements to make for you. Without me, you won't be permitted to enter the private beach or house.”

Jordan stared at Drew. “If you would prefer, I can just call you a ride and book you at whatever hotel has an opening in Galveston and you can use the public beaches for your party. Then I won’t have to come with you.” 

Owen pulled Drew away. “The plans you’ve made for us are perfect, Jordan. Thank you.” 

“Are you sure, Owen? I’d be happy to set you up elsewhere and stay here. I’ll make myself scarce while in Galveston, at least as unobtrusive as I can, anyway.”

“That won’t be necessary. I think having you to provide local color and show us the sites would be lovely. Don’t mind Drew, he isn’t the friendliest of people. This is his good side, to be honest.” 

Drew shook his head. “This is a mistake, Owen.” 

Owen gave his friend a hard look. “The matter is settled. Let’s get ready for tonight.” 

Stephano Cordova, the youngest of Owen’s friends, shouted from across the room. “Yeah Drew, go get dressed up. It’s time to shake your groove thing.” 

Jordan looked at Owen. “Well then, unless you need me, I’ll be off until tomorrow morning. If you need anything before, then you may call the front desk and they’ll get in touch with me.” 

“Why don’t you join us at the club, Jordan? Perhaps if we all had a chance to get to know each other better, the beach party would go smoother,” Owen said with a smile.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ night. Besides, you gentlemen are all rather good-looking. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding women willing to hang out with you and dance or whatever.” 

Owen reached out and laid a hand on her arm. “That may be true, Jordan, but you are the one I’d like to know more about.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “Aren’t you the groom to be? Shouldn’t you be thinking more about your fiancée instead of trying to hit on the concierge at your hotel?”

Owen laughed. “It’s not quite like you think, Jordan. Come with us tonight and I’ll explain.” 

He watched as she thought about it. “I promise nothing, but leave my name with the bouncer and if I can I’ll stop by.” When he smiled, she held up one finger. “But only for this explanation, and if I don’t find it a good one, I’m leaving.” 

Owen nodded. “Fair enough.” 

Jordan went to the elevator and slid her badge into the slot, calling the car. When it arrived, she entered, and the door closed. Owen turned and went to change into something he could dance in. He may have to return home and start seeking a bride, but this weekend had just taken a turn toward interesting.

Chapter Two

Jordan stood looking in the mirror. “What am I doing?” She’d tried on six outfits so far and nothing seemed right to go out and meet up with Owen at Club 10. “He’s a client, nothing more. He promised me an explanation for why he’s flirting with me. The information will help me with the job this weekend. This isn’t a date.” 

Yet inside she felt like it was a date, and she couldn’t stop trying to find the perfect outfit to show herself off in the best light. His first impression of her had been in the uniform that all the hotel’s concierge employees wore. Why she was worried about what he’d think confused her. He was here for his Bachelor Bash which meant he had a woman back home, wherever that was, and she had a career to think about. 

She looked down at the western style cocktail dress with a fringed hemline and the thigh high stiletto boots she was wearing. She looked cute and if she was honest with herself, she knew she’d dressed to catch Owen’s attention. She should really change back into something less eye catching because this was a monumentally bad idea. She reached for the classic LBD that she’d discarded first and then stopped. She wasn’t this girl. She was decisive and knew what she wanted and went after it. She wasn’t about to let some man, even one as hunkalicous as Owen, turn her into some wishy-washy version of herself. She was dressed, she looked good, and that was what really mattered. Jordan nodded to herself, grabbed the black lady Stetson her father and stepmother had given her last Christmas and headed out. 

When Jordan arrived at Club 10, the place was busy. She knew it would be, after all it was Friday night. As the hotest new nightspot with a mix of Country, Top Forty and Classic Rock it appealed to the eclectic crowd that made up San Antonio. She climbed out and handed the keys to her Jaguar convertible to the Valet. She walked up to the doorman who smiled at her. “Hey Jordan, you working tonight?” 

She nodded, “In a way, Cody. One of the hotel’s guests wanted to dance and asked me to stop by so we could talk away from his entourage. I guess he thought they’d all be busy dancing.” 

“You’re with those guys in the VIP lounge then?” 

“Yep, my name should be on the list.” 

Cody opened the door for her. “Your name is always on the list. Lionel put you on permanently after your first meeting with him. He said you were an influencer and we are to treat you like royalty always.” 

She laughed. “I’m just Jordan Sparks, I wish he wouldn’t make such a big deal about me.” 

Cody waved her inside. “Jordan you aren’t “just” anything; and you know it. Even if you don’t like to admit it.” 

"I still put my shoes on one at a time just like everyone else.” 

Cody laughed. “Yeah but on you they look hot, girl.” 

She laughed and patted the big guy on the arm as she passed by. 

As she entered the club she stepped to the right and let herself get acclimated to the atmosphere of the place itself. The lights and sounds of people having a party sank in slowly, and when she could see in the dim lights, she started making her way to the bar. She knew the bartender would let Lionel know she was here. When the girl behind the bar caught sight of her she hurried over. “Miss Sparks, what can I get you?”

“My usual Kira, thanks. And when you see him, let Lionel know I’m with the clients in the VIP lounge.”

The woman nodded and then quickly made her drink, pouring it into a flute glass. “Here you go, one Lemon-berry Sprinkler.” 

“Thanks Kira, I’ll be in VIP. Can you let the girls know what I’m drinking, and that mine are a separate bill from the group’s.” 

Jordan handed the girl a five-dollar tip which she slipped into her pocket. “Will do.” 

Heading to the VIP lounge Jordan noticed that one of the three men who had stood apart was standing at the opening like he was the bouncer. “Hello, Owen asked me to stop by?” 

The man nodded, “Yes Miss, you’re expected.” 

Jordan smiled. “Aren’t you supposed to be in there helping the bachelor celebrate or something?” 

The man frowned at her. “I’m where I belong, miss.” 

With a frown of her own she entered the area to see Owen and the men all sitting; with the exception of the one who had told her about the bachelor bash to begin with. “I’m going to go dance, who’s with me?” 

The quiet one that hadn’t really said anything to Jordan since they met, and Terence who still tried to move too close to her as he passed, left with Stephano. Drew had sat himself in the corner of the booth where Owen was and crossed his arms over his chest. “Drew, go with them and enjoy yourself.” 

The beach bum scowled. “I’m fine right here.” 

Jordan watched as Owen looked pointedly at his friend. It was obvious that some kind of silent communication was going on between the two of them. Finally, with a heavy sigh Drew stood. “This is a bad idea Owen and you know why.” 

He turned to Jordan. “I hope he can trust you.” 

She frowned as the surly man stomped out of the lounge. “Alright then, I’ve got to say Owen, your friends leave a lot to be desired.”

Owen smiled at her. “They aren’t really all my friends. Drew and Stephano are probably the only real friends I have. Because Stephano is so much the life of the party, Drew tries to balance it. I know he comes on harsh but he’s just trying to keep me safe. I’ve had trouble in the past with women trying to attach themselves to me for what I can give them or do for them.” 

“And is your fiancée one of those women?” 

Owen shook his head. “That is what I need to clear up, Jordan. There is no fiancée. This is my bachelor bash in that when we return to our country, I must begin the process of finding a fiancée.” 

Jordan frowned. “I don’t understand. What do you mean you must start the process?” 

Owen sighed. “You have absolutely no idea who I am, do you?” 

“All I know about you is that your first name is Owen and you and your friends are my clients for this weekend. Should I know you?” 

He shrugged. “I forget that in America people aren’t as obsessed with Royal watching as other countries. To be perfectly frank it is one of the reasons I came here to relax. Allow me to formally introduce myself.” He stood and gave a small head bow. “I am Crown Prince Owen Chadwick Theodore; Duke of Avandor, Duke of Valaria heir apparent to the throne of Phildonia.” 

Jordan’s eyes got wide. She knew of Phildonia, the hotel’s owner was in negotiations to open three hotels and two resorts there. “You’re the Crown Prince of Phildonia?”

“Yes.”

He settled back beside her. “Please don’t start bowing and calling me your Highness or anything. I’m here to relax before I have to go home and choose a wife.” 

“I don’t understand. What do you mean choose a wife?”

“Let me explain. There is a law that states before the crown prince can become the King of Phildonia, he must be engaged with the marriage to happen within a year of his Coronation. I’m twenty-five and my father has ordered that I must pick a bride-to-be during the social season at court this year. So, when I return home; I’ll have to spend time with every woman the noble houses present at court this season. From those presented; I must choose one of them to become my wife.” 

Jordan shook her head. “What does that mean?” 

“Well I can’t just pick anyone. I have to evaluate them as will my Father the King, my stepmother the Queen, and the Royal Council’s Representative to see who the best Queen for my country will be.”

Jordan thought for a minute and then asked anyway. “What about love?” 

Owen shrugged. “I’ve known since my older brother abdicated and I was elevated to Crown Prince that I wouldn’t have the luxury of marrying for love. Hopefully, like my father and mother; I can learn to love my wife. But the important thing is, that I choose a woman who would make a good ruler by my side.”

Jordan laid a hand on Owen’s check. “That makes me sad, Owen. I’m not saying I don’t understand the reasoning but to think that you might not get the chance to experience true love is just sad.” 

Owen shrugged. “No one has ever felt sad for me before. Most people see me and think I have everything, so what could possibly be wrong in my life.” 

Jordan nodded. “I get that. You’ve got money, power and live in a castle. What possible problems could you have? Yet here you are, having to sacrifice your chance at love to make sure your country has the best leaders in the future.”

Owen looked into her eyes, and she felt herself drawn into his deep green depths. “It’s like you can see right inside me, Jordan.” 

She leaned in and kissed him on the check. “Maybe I can, Owen. So, what say instead of sitting here and moping in what you can’t change we go dance like there’s no tomorrow?” 

She took Owen’s hand in hers and lead them out to the dance floor, just as the DJ threw on a slow romantic ballad, and Owen took her in his arms and began to do a classic waltz step. She smiled because they had to look silly waltzing to a typical Texas two-step song. He smiled down at her and pulled her closer than was proper for a waltz but more like a typical slow dance at any honky tonk in Texas. 

“So why this season?” 

He thought for a minute and then leaned down so his lips were right by her ear so only she could hear him. His breath whispering across her ear and neck gave her a delicious shiver. “No one knows this yet, but my father the King isn’t well. He was diagnosed earlier this year with early onset Parkinson’s. So far, he has been able to hide it; but we don’t know how much longer. Once I’ve picked my princess and she is approved by two of the other three; then my father plans to start preparing to turn the crown over to me. Thus, even more than my friends know; this is truly my last weekend of freedom.” 

She leaned back and looked at him and understood. “That’s why you wanted to see the Alamo. Because it’s a symbol of freedom. Those men and woman fought and died to be free and make a better place for those they left behind.” 

He nodded and hugged her closer. “Yes, to me the Alamo, like few other places in the world, is a symbol of the sacrifice of one’s life and freedoms to serve a greater good. Those men and women made a sacrifice that I’m beginning to understand in a very personal way.” 

“Then you should see it before you leave.”

He shook his head. “The others want to party.” 

“Then let them. Come with me. At least you can see the building and grounds.” 

He stopped dancing. “You mean right now?” 

“Yes, right now. We can take my car and be there in about twenty minutes.” 

He looked back at the doorway of the VIP lounge where the guy in the black shirt and pants was standing. That’s when she understood. “He’s your security, isn’t he.” 

Owen nodded. “Josiah is the head of my security team.”

She smiled. “Well how about you go to the men’s room, and I’ll just go grab my purse and meet you out back. There’s a door back there. It says it’s alarmed but the alarm doesn’t work.” 

“I’ve never snuck away from my team before.” 

“Well you should experience that once before your life of freedom is gone, shouldn’t you?”

  He grinned. “You know what? I think I should.” 

She kissed his cheek again. “Then give me five minutes and sneak out the back.”

Their song ended and she walked back to the lounge. She could see the royal guard looking for Owen. “He said to tell you he was going to the restroom and would be out soon. I’m just grabbing my purse, I need to be heading out.” 

The guard nodded at her. “Goodnight, Miss Sparks.” 

She stopped and looked at the man. The way he said her last name told her that he knew who she really was, and it shocked her; before she realized they’d probably ran a deep background check on anyone that came close to the Prince. “I’m keeping his secret, please keep mine.” 

“You are no threat to my Prince; so there is no need to mention your name change to anyone, miss.” 

“Thank you, Josiah.” 

He nodded, and she made a beeline to the bar to pay her tab and  pushed a button on her cell to use another favor.” 

“Hey Angel, I need a favor. It’s worth a trip to the hotel’s spa, all expenses picked up by yours truly.” 

She went on to tell the girl what she wanted. As she got her receipt for her drink she hung up, then made a straight shot to the valet to get her car. Five minutes later she was cruising across town with the Crown Prince of Phildonia beside her.

Owen sat beside Jordan in her vintage Jaguar convertible and enjoyed the night as she drove them across town toward the one place he’d wanted to see. The Alamo, where Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and Jim Bowie had stood in opposition to Santa Anna and the Mexican army. Where they’d given up their lives for the freedom of the Republic of Texas. They parked in the lot and got out. She reached out and took his hand as they walked around the outside. “This is it. You know I’ve lived here most of my life and this place still inspires me.” 

He smiled. “Why?” 

“For the same general reason, it inspires you. The people who died here gave everything in the name of a life of freedom. Some may think the cost was high, but I think they understood that what they paid would allow those left to live as they wanted.” 

She led him closer to the main entrance. “I understand that fight to become free; to choose to live your life your way. I understand why you can’t or won’t allow yourself to have that same freedom. I may not know you well, but I will tell you, Owen, that I admire the man I see beside me. That you so selflessly give of yourself for those you’re responsible for is inspiring.” 

Before he could say anything, a woman in jeans walked up to them. “Jordan, I got permission for an hour.” 

She smiled at the woman. “Thank you, Angel. Come see me tomorrow, and I’ll get you on the spa’s schedule.” 

“I will, but only one-hour, Jordan. I have to reset the alarms, then.” 

“Thanks, we understand.” 

Owen frowned. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What does she mean?” 

“I called in a favor and got the building opened to you for an hour.” 

His eyes went wide. “You mean I can go inside?” 

“Yes, for an hour. You can walk the courtyard, stand where those brave souls stood that you admire.” 

He looked at Jordan and didn’t know what to say. “You used a favor for me?” 

“Of course. I thought if you could spend some time in the courtyard, you’d be able to remember the sacrifice when things get tough for you back in Phildonia.” 

“But why? Why would you do this?” 

“Because, Owen. I told you I see you. I see all of you. The powerful leader, the sacrificial King in training, and the man who worries he might not be strong enough.”

He took in the whole courtyard they stood in for a few minutes, and then he looked at the woman standing beside him. “Thank you, Jordan.” 

“You’re welcome, Owen.”

He turned to her and saw in her eyes the same spirit that was in his heart and more than that; he saw the desire. If they’d met any other time when they were free to explore this attraction between them, he would kiss her. Here in this place, he decided he wouldn’t let this moment with her slip away, unused. He took her in his arms and when her arms came up around his neck; he knew she wouldn’t resist. His head ever so slowly tilted down as Jordan tilted hers up, and she rose on her toes as his lip brushed across hers. When their lips met, he felt a pull so strong it was almost physical, and he held her closer and the light kiss grew more passionate. She moved closer to him, and they lost themselves in each other for several long minutes until the timer on her phone went off. 

He pulled away and sighed. “Time to go already?” 

She quickly kissed him again. “I’m afraid so.” 

He nodded, and they slowly walked outside where Angel stood with Josiah standing beside her. Owen smiled. He knew the man would follow them, but at least he’d not interrupted. “I’m sorry, Josiah.” 

The man nodded. “Nothing to worry about, sir. Next to your brother, this was nothing. I knew you were safe with Miss Sparks.”

“Still, I know that if something had happened, it would have been your job.”

“Your Highness, I realize that our presence seems like a hinderance at times. I will make you this deal, if you inform us of when you want us to give you space; we will do so as best we can. At times, like tonight, it would have meant we would follow you in another car as we did and stand outside while you had your moments of privacy. At other times, it will mean that we have to tell you no. But as much as we are able, if we know your plans, we will try to accommodate your need for alone time.”

Owen nodded. “That is an excellent compromise, Josiah, and I’ll accept it.” 

“It is as much for us as you, sire. While we must ensure your safety and protection; none of your team wishes to watch you woo the woman or women who catch your fancy.”

Owen laughed at the sweet blush that he could see on Jordan’s face in the lights of the parking lot. “I guess this is where we must part ways, Jordan. I look forward to the beach party tomorrow and hopefully getting to spend a bit more time alone with you.” 

She smiled at him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “That may be possible. There is a private observation deck on the top floor of the beach house. Maybe tomorrow night we can watch the stars come out together.”

“That sounds perfect. Until tomorrow, sweet Jordan, goodnight.” 

“Sleep sweet, Prince Owen.” 

Owen watched until she was in her car and leaving before following Josiah to the black SUV that his security team was using. Inside were Jeffry and Beauregard. “Gentlemen.” 

“Your Highness.” 

“Are the others back at the hotel?”

“Not all of them, sir. Duke Hollingsworth and Duke Elksbane both took regular rooms to, umm, spend time with some locals. Baron Cordova wanted to invite several others back to the suite for an after party; but we refused. Mister Ledbetter is there and in a mood, sire.”

“And our anonymity is still intact?” 

“There have been no sight of paparazzi, and the palace press secretary says there were a few reports of you being in Australia today.” 

“The venue’s tomorrow. Are they acceptable?”

Josiah nodded. “They are. The Whiskey and Cigar bar is a member’s only club. Management granted you and your companions a three-hour membership, and the room is secure and defensible. The beach house is indeed a vacation house for the hotel’s owner and has its own top-notch security. We checked them out, as well as the staff that Miss Sparks hired to set up and provide food and entertainment.” 

Owen let himself relax then. “Good.”

Josiah looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure if he should. “Go ahead and say whatever it is, Josiah. You may work for my family, but you know me better than anyone.” 

The older Royal Guard turned to look at him. “Sire, I can understand the attraction to Miss Sparks. She is a lovely and vibrant woman. Just remember that she isn’t a noble or attached to any noble house that the court recognizes.” 

“You’re worried I’ll get in too deep in just one more day? I know my duty.” 

“Yes Sire, I know you do. Yet, for the first time since you became the Heir to the Throne, you broke security and went off on your own. The only change in that time is Miss Sparks.” 

“I understand your concern, but tomorrow will be the last we see of her. A few kisses will make no difference to my duty. That I can assure you.” 

“As you say, my Prince.” 

Owen then turned and tuned out everything until they were back in the Penthouse, where he refused to listen to Stephano’s manic plans or Drew’s unreasonable snark. “Whiskey, cigars and a beach party tomorrow, gentlemen. Until then, goodnight.” 

He turned and shut his door and then took a shower before climbing into bed and thinking of soft lips and perfect curves until he was dancing with Jordan across the royal ballroom, in his dreams.

Chapter Three

Jordan woke to hearing her best friend and neighbor rummaging around in her kitchen. She knew why Angel was here; she wanted the lowdown on last night. Just the thought of Owen caused her heart to beat faster. Not only was he hotter than asphalt in the Texas summer sun, he was everything you’d want out of a Handsome and Charming Prince. Kind, compassionate, and even without trying, commanding. Knowing that the noises in her kitchen would end and Angel would burst into her bedroom if Jordan didn’t get up, she dressed for the day. 

Sure enough, as Jordan opened the door to head for the kitchen, she almost collided with Angel who was coming to storm the bedroom. “Oh! I didn’t know if you realized I was here.” 

Jordan laughed. “Yes, I did. You’ve been banging my pots and pans for ten minutes and muttering to get my attention.” 

“Yeah, and you ignored me.” 

Jordan laughed. “Trust me Angel, there is no ignoring you when you come for gossip.” 

The feisty Texan put her hands on her hips. “I do not gossip. I share information with a few select people. Besides, I don’t like not knowing something.” 

“Well, I can’t think of a thing to share with you.” 

The two of them walked into the kitchen where a pot of rich dark roast coffee waited for them. “Chica, you better stop lying before those slacks burst into flames.” 

Jordan blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I’m talking about you calling in a favor for the hottie last night.” 

“I can’t talk about that. He’s a client. You know I can’t talk about the clients.” 

“He can’t be a client, Jordan. Because if I remember you don’t date clients either; and from what I saw last night, you were on a date.”

Jordan shook her head. “It wasn’t a date.” 

“Shall I tell you how I know it was?” Angel waved her hand up and down in front of Jordan. “This is how you dress around clients, but not last night. Last night you were in that hot little western dress we picked up last month and your Texas style ‘Pretty Woman’ hooker boots. You clung to that hunk in the parking lot as if someone surgically attached your hand to his arm. I’ve never seen you even touch one of your clients, let alone wrap your arm around one. Then if that isn’t enough evidence; while that goon in the black shirt stayed outside, I didn’t, and that lip lock you put on your client is something I know you don’t do. So you’re busted; that was a date.” 

Jordan sighed. “It’s complicated, Angel, and this isn’t something you can share with anyone.” 

Her best friend’s eyes got bigger. “O-M-G!!! You are dating a client!”

Jordan shook her head. “I’m not. It was just a kiss. He’s leaving Sunday and I’ll never see him again.” 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. The way he was kissing you last night, he’ll be back.” 

“This is the part you can’t talk about, Angel. I mean it. Not. One. Word. He’s a Prince.”

“Okay? I mean, sure, he seemed like a great guy.” 

Jordan shook her head. “No, a real Prince, crown, castle the whole nine yards.”

Angel’s eyebrows climbed up her forehead. “Seriously? You landed a Prince?” 

“I have landed no one. He’s here on one last hurrah. When he gets back to his country, he has to pick a princess out of the ladies of the royal court. He has to be betrothed or engaged or married in three months. He’s going home to find his princess, and I’m going to work.”

Angel put her arms around Jordan. “Maybe he’ll ask you to go back with him. From that kiss, I’d say he found his princess already.” 

“Not gonna happen. He’s the Crown Prince, his Princess will become Queen. She needs to know how to be regal and help rule a country. Not some cowgirl from Texas.” 

“You aren’t a cowgirl, and you know it. Just because you’ve changed your name and refuse to let your dad use his name and influence to give you a leg up, you’re still the same girl I grew up with. You’d make a great Princess and Queen, and you know it.” 

Jordan shook her head. “I’m not royalty, and he has to pick from the woman in his royal court. So, this weekend is all we will ever have.” She shrugged. “If he was just a guy, and I was just a girl, who knows where this could go? But tonight is all we have, and I plan to get at least a few more kisses. These will have to hold me over until my own prince shows himself.” 

Angel shook her head. “That’s sad, girl. I’m gonna wish for you and Prince Hotstuff to get a real chance at romance.” 

Jordan laughed and waved her friend off. “You’re wasting a perfectly good wish, then. It’s really okay. Now get out of here. I need to pack a bag and get to work. Heading to Galveston tonight, the Prince and his boys are having a beach party blowout before they return to court.” 

“Ohhh! Maybe I’ll have to crash it. Especially if his boys are half as hot as Prince Charming was.”  

“They are all rather handsome, but not like Owen. But you’re always welcome at the beach house, you know that.”

Angel smiled. “Maybe I’ll find some royal to kiss on, too.” 

“Well, there is a playboy in the midst. He came on to me first thing. Might be just your style.”

Her fiery friend made a face. “I have enough of those already. I want a hot royal guy, too.” 

With that, she picked up her purse and headed for the door. “Later Chica. Don’t run off with the handsome prince and forget all about us little people.”

Angel laughed as Jordan called down the hallway. “The only thing little about you is your waist.” 

Once her friend was gone, Jordan quickly got the dishes in the dishwasher and headed to the hotel. Jordan needed to touch base with Queen's BBQ in Galveston to ensure that the menu was set and would be delivered on time. It was funny that she’d chosen Queen’s, considering who her clients were. But in her mind, they were the best BBQ joint in town; and they made that killer peach cobbler, too. They also sent it at her request. She planned for twenty-five people. Although it was a lot of BBQ for only ten people, the scent would attract some locals because of the bonfire and smoky aroma. Maybe she should up the order to fifty just to be safe. 

She entered the suite and went right into her office and placed the call, making sure everything was perfect. She’d just hung up when there was a knock on the door, and she opened to see the grumpy face of Drew standing there. “Owen told us he explained things to you. I just want to warn you to keep your distance today. You’re just the hired help, and Owen will not offer you a trip to his castle when this is over.” 

Jordan frowned. “What is your malfunction? Are all royals such jerks or is it just you?” 

Drew’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not royal or noble. I’m the commoner in our group. Only reason they tolerate me is because I grew up with Owen and Stephano. The others don’t even pay any attention to me unless it’s reminding me I’m not one of them.” 

“Maybe it’s because you’re such a sourpuss, you ever think of that? You know what they say; you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” 

“Just trying to keep my best friend from getting taken advantage of and you from getting your hopes up. There is no happy ending here, lady.” 

“As you said, Owen explained things to me. I know he’s leaving Monday and will spend the next few months choosing which noble woman to marry. I’m just making sure he has that last bash you all asked him for.” 

Drew looked at her. “UH HUH.”

She pointed out the door of her office. “If you don’t mind, I have work to do and you’re keeping me from it.”

The ruggedly handsome guy finally moved out of the doorway. “I’m monitoring you, just so you know.” 

There came a throat clearing from behind him and then the very displeased voice of the Prince. “I thought I made it clear to you that Jordan wasn’t to be harassed, Drew.” 

The gruff man spun and faced his friend. “No harassment, just making sure she understands the situation.” 

Owen’s eyes flashed a darker green for a moment. “I will not be pleased if I catch you bothering her again. Am I clear?” 

Drew shook his head. “What are you doing, man? This is not like you.” 

“I’m still waiting for you to acknowledge my decree.” 

Drew’s jaw clenched so hard Jordan could hear his teeth grinding together. Then, with a deep stiff bow and more snark than before, the man answered. “As you command, my Prince.” 

Then he stormed off and slammed the door to the bedroom behind him. 

Owen stepped close and pulled Jordan into his arms. “I’m sorry. Drew means well, he just doesn’t deal with things he didn’t expect. Especially when he’s stuck around nobles.” 

“I’m not worried about Drew or any of your friends. I’m just trying to do my job and make sure everything is set for your last day here. The limo will pick you up in an hour for the Whiskey and Cigar bar and then, afterwards, take you to the heliport for our flight to Galveston. After that it’s you and your friends; though I should warn you and your security while it is a private beach, there are several houses on it and your party may entice some of them to come visit. I took that into account with the food and drinks, but thought you should know.” 

He nodded. “You plan on joining us don’t you, Jordan?” 

"My primary responsibility is to prevent any damage to the house and any violation of laws," Jordan explained with a shrug. “I don’t plan to be part of the festivities.” 

He frowned at her. “What if I want you to be part of the festivities?” 

Jordan stepped closer to him, unable to stop herself. “Do you want me to be part of the festivities, Owen?” 

His eyes wandered to her lips, and his tongue slipped out to wet his own. “Yes, I think I would like that very much.” 

“What about your entourage? Won’t they be upset that I’ve invited myself to your last hurrah, so to speak?” 

That darkness flashed in his eyes again, giving Jordan that same shiver his whispered breath had the night before. “I am their prince; what they think doesn’t matter to me.” 

Jordan pulled back. “While that’s a very Alpha male thing to say, Prince Owen, we both know it isn’t true. You’ve already made it very plain to me that your people are your reason for everything you do.” 

He shook his head. “Not today, they aren’t. This is my last weekend of freedom and I will do what makes me happy. Yes, I want to party with my companions; but I want you with me while I do so. Will you attend?” 

Jordan smiled a flirty smile and curtsied. “As you wish, my Prince.” 

He pulled her into his arms. “Careful Jordan, I can only resist you so much.” 

She quickly kissed him and stepped away. “Who says I want you to resist?” 

With that, she stepped away. “You, sir, need to get your guys together and head to Whiskey and Cigars, and I need to make sure everything is perfect for your last party at the beach. Anything special I can get for you gentlemen?” 

Owen shook his head. "I believe I’ve already made my special request known.” 

She smiled shyly. “You have, and I’ll be there. Maybe we can slip away, and I can show you a special spot I know about.”

“That sounds perfect to me.” 

Just then, the men came pouring into the great room. “Let’s get the party started.” Stephano yelled, and the others laughed, all except Drew, who stood to the outside scowling. Jordan laughed at them all. “I hope you enjoy the club, gentlemen. I promise when we reach the beach, you’ll be eating some of the best food the great state of Texas offers. True slow smoked Texas Bar-B-Que.” 

They all headed out and Jordan ambled back to her office and sank into her chair, putting her head in her hands. Against her will, she was falling for the Prince and falling hard.

Owen wasn’t enjoying the time at the cigar club, thanks to Drew. “I’m telling you that you’re being unfair to her, Owen. You’re leading her on and for what? A few stolen kisses. She can’t become your princess, or your Queen and you know it.” 

“It’s not like that, Drew. She understands that tonight is all there can be. She understands me better than any of you.” 

Drew put his hand on Owen’s shoulder. “Listen to yourself, will you? You’re already falling for this girl and that’s not the worst of it. She’s falling for you, too. I saw her face Owen, when you took her in your arms. I saw her face when you asked her to attend the party tonight as more than the girl who works at the hotel. She’s falling for you, too.”

Owen shrugged his best friend’s hand off his shoulder. “Would that be so bad, Drew? Suppose I brought her back with us? What if we fell in love and I asked her to marry me? What would be so bad about that?”

Drew sighed. “First, she can’t go even if she wants to. She isn’t from a noble house and they would destroy her the first day at court for it. If you brought her, then the press and the royal council would start showing disfavor, not only to her, but to you as well.

“Not only that, but you remember how terrible those ‘Ladies’ were to my sister. They were so vicious and mean Dawn left Phildonia without a word. No one knows where she is, not even Mom. Is that what you want for Jordan?” 

“They wouldn’t dare treat her badly if she was my personal guest.” 

Drew stood, fists clenched at his side. “You just don’t get it, do you? In front of you, they’d treat her like spun sugar, all sweet and kind. Then the minute you weren’t around, they’d shred her to pieces. You’re setting you both up for massive heartache.” 

Owen shook his head and tossed back a double of Macallan 1926, which was a shame since the bottle had cost Owen seventy-five thousand dollars. “Why are you acting like this, Drew? You’ve been against the woman since we walked in and saw her in the room.” 

“I saw how you both reacted, my friend. From the first minute you laid eyes on her and she you, neither of you have seen anyone else. You didn’t even hear me come back in the room this morning to apologize to you. Neither of you heard me. You need to stay away from her before you hurt her and end up hating the choice you have to make back home.” 

“What if I got one of the noble houses to bring her? They could present her as a member of their house, and none would be the wiser.” 

Drew sighed. “You have three weeks until the masquerade ball that starts this season. Do you honestly think that you can find someone of the nobility to sponsor her, teach her everything she needs to know, and outfit her for life at court for three months in three weeks? Dawn was around the palace for eighteen years and still couldn’t fit in. Please, Owen, for your sake and hers, let this go.” 

Just then, Duke Dameon challenged Owen to a game of billiards and the conversation ended. Much to the Duke’s pleasure, Owen was so distracted by the conversation with Drew that he played terribly. He hadn’t actually considered asking Jordan to come home with him before. Now that the thought was in his head, he couldn’t shake it. 

Was Drew right? Would bringing her home paint a target on her back with the other nobles? Did he want to bring her home? There was a part of him that wanted to explore the obvious attraction the two of them had; but was it wise to introduce her to his world when most of the single women in it would be jockeying for his attention? Throughout the rest of the time at the club, Owen couldn’t shake the thought. Bringing Jordan back to Phildonia with him and seeing if she could indeed have what it took to be his Queen. At the same time, the warning that Drew gave him also rang loud in his mind. 

All in all, it made the time drag and kept Owen from any enjoyment of the day. He spent most of his time sitting in a corner nursing his second glass of the Macallan 1926. Even the smooth taste of the expensive whiskey couldn’t calm the storm of thoughts in his head. 

Before he knew it, they were back in the limo and heading to the heliport. As he climbed out of the car, all his confusion quieted with his first glimpse of Jordan. She changed out of her work uniform and wore a cream-colored Boho style coverup that revealed the sea-foam green bikini underneath. “Hello Gentlemen, if you’ll climb into the helicopter we’ll be on our way to the beach blowout part of the day. Will we need to stop for swimwear when we arrive?” 

The decision was quickly made that they would need to stop, and then everyone climbed into the cabin and took a seat. Owen was first and sat on the side with three seats, a two-seater and a single. He took the two-seater thinking that Jordan could sit beside him, but just before she entered the cabin, Drew dropped into the seat beside him. Owen scowled at his friend and indicated that he should move to the single seat, which was the only one left. Drew refused to acknowledge the not-so-subtle hint and Jordan took the last seat and pushed the button on the wall, signalling to the pilot that they were ready to leave. 

The entire hour and a half flight had the guys joking around about the upcoming season and which of the ladies would make the best match for Owen. With each one’s strengths and weakness being talked about. Terence, of course, bragged about having “known” each of them, except for Consuela Elksbane. With her older and short-tempered brother with them, the coward in Terence wasn’t about to upset him. Owen watched Jordan’s face and realized that she wasn’t happy about all the talk about his pending bride search. “I believe we are here to enjoy ourselves before that necessity comes to pass. Could we please avoid discussing the court until we head back there? I would appreciate it. 

With that, talk turned to rugby, football and polo matches and who was doing well in each area. Each house, of course, had their own teams sponsored for the coming seasons and there was some good-natured betting and posturing on which team was the best. Owen laughed in all the right places, but his attention was on the beautiful woman who was their host for the evening. 

Once they landed and piled into the limo, again Drew making sure there was a buffer between Owen and Jordan. The prince decided he’d had enough. When they got out at the department store to grab beachwear, he stopped Drew as the others went inside. “You will cease your attempts to keep me separate from Jordan or there will be repercussions. Do we understand each other?” 

“Owen…”

The prince shook his head. “No! You’ve voiced your concerns, and I have heard them. IF you persist, then I will have Josiah remove you and send you home, tonight. Is that understood? You are my best friend, but even you don’t get to decide for me. I heard you out, and I am aware of the reasons for your concerns. However, my life is my own for one more night, and no one will dictate who I spend my time with.”

Drew shook his head. “I think I’ll go visit my mom in California for a while.” 

Owen looked at his friend. “I’ll call up the jet for you. Will you be home in time for the start of the season?” 

“I don’t know, Owen. Will you be bringing that woman home with you?” 

“Again, that isn’t really your business, is it? Who I do or don’t invite to visit me at my home is my concern, not yours.” 

Drew turned and climbed back in the limo as Owen pulled out his phone and called the pilot of the royal jet reserved for his use and asked the man to meet his friend at the airfield in Galveston and fly him to California wine country. He’d miss his best friend, but for now it was probably a good idea for them to have some space. 

Owen entered the store to find Jordan waiting for him just inside. “Is everything alright? Where did Drew go?” 

Owen smiled at her. “Everything is fine. Drew decided that he wanted to go spend some time with his mother at their winery in California. I believe the thought of starting the social season has him on edge. He had some trouble with some lesser nobles three years ago, in association with his sister and he’s been surly around any nobles ever since. I think spending the weekend with two Dukes and a Baron has gotten to be too much.” 

Jordan looked at him. “It seemed to me more that he didn’t want me to have any time with you.” 

“He's afraid that you'll get attached to me and suffer when I leave tomorrow.” 

“I’m a grown woman, Owen. Tonight is the only time we’ll have together. I’m okay with that if you are.” 

Owen smiled and held his hand out for her to take. She placed her dainty hand in his larger one. “I would enjoy nothing better than for you to be at my side tonight.” 

“Then let’s get you a beach worthy outfit, my Prince.”

They spent the rest of the evening together. Owen kept Jordan by his side the whole evening. They danced on the beach and played in the water. He knew each of the men who’d accompanied him realized he was enamored with the woman. He’d caught looks between the Dukes who had their own women picked for the social season to be ladies-in-waiting.

Terence’s family would probably put forth his half-sister, Lady Anna Dulvica, as she had been a fixture on the circuit for the last three years. The spunky red haired woman was lovely and very prim and proper, the complete opposite of her playboy half-brother. She was also an excellent choice as she would make a regal Queen, at least in looks and public decorum. The problem was the few times he’d spent any time with her, she had been so shy and quiet he’d never gotten her to speak. 

On the other hand, there was Duke Elksbane. Dameon would have to put forth his sister. Consuela Elksbane was as brash and outspoken as they came. They’d spent lots of time together, and she was as fierce as the Elksbane reputation. She’d make an outstanding leader of warriors but lacked the grace and tact a Queen needed. However, Owen knew she also had a serious crush on him, had since they were eight and he’d rescued her from drowning. 

Surprisingly, it was the considered looks of Stephano that confused him. His brother was the Duke of Cordova and head of their family since the death of his father some years ago. Duke Harrison had refused the invitation to join them. Not surprisingly, since he was as serious as his brother was frivolous. Their family had no lady of marriageable age to present to the court this season. Their sister had married last season to a Marquess from their region and was pregnant with her first child. However, several times Owen had caught Stephano watching him and Jordan as they enjoyed each other’s company with a thoughtful look on his face. 

Now as the sun was setting and the party planners had built up a bonfire on the beach, Jordan shivered in the cooling air. “Are you cold?” 

She shook her head. “A little cool, but I’ll be fine. How did you like the food today?” 

He smiled. “While it wasn’t anything I was used to, I must admit that Texas Bar-B-Que was quite a culinary experience and that peach cobbler was worthy of the palace.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Queen’s Bar B Que is one of my favorite places to eat in Galveston. If you want to sneak away, I’d love to show you another one of my favorite places in Galveston. We won’t leave the secure zone, but I know you probably should inform Josiah where we’re going if you want to go. I can tell him if you want to be surprised.” 

“Why don’t you let him know where we will be and if he needs to send security with me, he’ll arrange it.” 

Jordan nodded. “I can do that. I’ll meet you at the back deck of the beach house.”

She wandered over to where Josiah was standing, watching over everything. As she left, Stephano walked up to him, laughing. “Well, I’ll say this for America. These Texas girls sure are friendly.” He waved his hands over at the group of girls that had come out of some of the other houses and were dancing with each other and his companions. 

“I hadn’t noticed. Are you having a good time?” 

Stephano laughed again. “You know me, Owen. I always have a good time. You seem like you and Jordan are having a fun evening.” 

Owen schooled his face into his polite court face. “Not you too.” 

Stephano looked at him. “Me too what?” 

“Drew left because he couldn’t stop warning me away from Jordan. He kept reminding me I don’t need a romantic complication before heading back to Phildonia to pick a bride.” 

“I did not intend to keep you away. I was just surprised. This woman seems to have captured your attention more than any other. Perhaps you should invite her to come spend the season with us.” 

Owen shook his head. “While I personally would love that idea, Drew had a few good points. If I bring her home, that puts extra pressures on her and makes her a target for retaliation or sabotage from other ‘ladies’ wanting to be my pick. Not only that, but she is a commoner and hasn’t had the courtly training to become princess, let alone Queen.” 

Stephano tilted his head as he considered everything Owen was saying. “That’s somewhat true. However, she could learn what she needed. She seems smart enough, and she has some of the qualities already based on her interaction with Duke Hollingsworth and Drew. I think her job here has given her some skills she’d need at court.” 

Owen nodded. “Maybe, but that still doesn’t negate the target that would be on her if I brought her to court.” 

“No, it wouldn’t, but don’t you deserve the chance at a real connection? To see where this attraction between you two might go?” 

Owen smiled a sad smile. “Stephano, you are a romantic at heart, but we both know I can’t afford that luxury. I have tonight, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to spend it with Jordan, not debating this with you.” 

“As you should, my friend.” The Baron patted him on the back and then headed back to the group of people dancing beside the bonfire to the local band playing. “DANCE OFF TIME!!”

Owen laughed as he turned and joined Jordan on the deck. “So where are we off to?” 

“There’s a private deck with a hot tub on the roof. I thought maybe the two of us could use some time alone.”

Owen’s face burst into a smile that reached his eyes and every fiber of his being. “I think that’s perfect.” 

Jordan took his hand. “I had some wine and cheese taken up for us. We can soak in the hot tub and watch the stars come out. I thought it would be a romantic end to our weekend together.” 

They entered the house, and she led him up to the main bedroom and then on up the balcony outside to a staircase and observation deck on the roof. It was well hidden from the outside and while a view of the beach and ocean was available, one couldn’t see the deck from the beach. “This is perfect.” 

“Yes, the owner loves his privacy.” 

“How then, do you know about it?”

She grinned. “Perks of the job. Or maybe I have secrets too, your Highness.”

“Ah, so when I’m asked by the King and Queen how my weekend went, I should tell them I met a mysterious woman who stole my heart, then?” 

Jordan stopped and looked at him. “Is that true, my Prince? Have I stolen your heart?” 

He pulled her close and molded his lips to hers in a kiss that quickly became passionate. “Perhaps you have, my mysterious lady.” 

She sighed and laid her head against his shoulder as she settled herself on Owen’s lap in the hot tub. “Then remind me to give it back when we retire. It should belong to the woman who becomes your bride.” 

Owen pulled away to look into her eyes. “What if I want you to keep it, Jordan Sparks?” 

She kissed him and he responded by pulling her close and losing himself in her lips and the feel of her body on his for the time being. When they finally had to break apart to breathe, she whispered so softly he almost didn’t hear it. “What if I want to keep it, too?” 

They spent the rest of the night in the warm water, kissing and watching the stars and talking about what ifs. When the first light of day started to break, Jordan stood and exited the water. “Our night has come to the end, my Prince. I think this is where I should say goodbye.” 

He frowned. “Aren’t you coming back with us?” 

She shook her head. “No, I have a meeting tomorrow with the owner of the hotel. He lives on a ranch about half an hour from here. So you are all on your own to return to the hotel.” 

Owen left the water and pulled her into his arms. “What if I don’t want to return alone? What if I asked you to come home with me? To spend the season with me at the castle as my personal guest? Let us continue to explore this thing between us? Would you consider that?” 

She looked at him and sighed. “Owen, my Prince, I don’t think that would be a good idea. I would die inside watching you choose a bride, knowing it couldn’t be me.” 

“What if it could be you?” 

She shook her head. “Don’t! The time for what ifs is over. Time for both of us to return to our real lives. You in Phildonia, choosing the best lady to become Queen beside you. Me to my normal life. I’m no Cinderella, Owen. I’m just a concierge at an upscale hotel.” 

“You are more than that to me.” 

She stepped back after giving him one more scorching kiss. “But I can’t be. It isn’t fair to the woman who will be your Queen. That’s another reason to say goodbye now. So goodbye, my Prince. I will never forget our weekend.” 

Owen stood stunned as she turned and ran down the stairs, leaving him alone with an ache that seemed to grow larger the further away she got from him.

Chapter Four

Jordan had a rough couple of days after the beach party. Her father had noticed it when she’d gone to dinner with him and her stepmother. “What’s going on with you, Sweetheart?” 

She tried to smile. “It’s nothing, Daddy. Just a bit of a broken heart.” 

“Who broke your heart? Do I need to go dig a hole in the oil field?” 

She tried to smile. “No Daddy, I did it myself. I committed the cardinal sin and fell in love with a client.” 

“That doesn’t sound so bad. You could pursue a relationship with a client; it’s not like you have to keep working.” 

She shook her head and wiped a tear. “It’s complicated.” 

Her stepmother Tricia shook her head. “We’re family. Why don’t you tell us about it and see if we can help uncomplicate it?” 

Jordan sighed. “I’ll tell you, but honestly Tricia, I’m not sure anyone can help me with this.” 

So she laid out what had happened and who she’d fallen in love with. She told them how he’d offered to bring her home with him, but how she couldn’t do that knowing there was no future for them. 

“Why wouldn’t there be a future for you, sweetie? You may not be part of their royal court, but if the Prince brought you, then you’d have a leg up on any of them. It’s not like you wouldn’t fit in. I’d wager with your trust fund, you could outshine any of them. Most nobles in small countries like Phildonia are living on credit, anyway.” 

“I couldn’t watch him choose someone else, Daddy. It would just prolong the pain I’m feeling right now.” 

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