Thank God he’d gotten her machine. Yes, it was early, but often his editor at Global Media arrived around dawn. Ben leaned his elbow onto the mahogany desk and chose his words carefully. “I’ve got to take a personal day. Sorry for the late notice. Actually, we ought to have a meeting soon.” He couldn’t say what the meeting was about, not only because he couldn’t yet reveal his secret, but also because he had no idea how to begin. Maybe: Remember that story I wrote in Kenya, the one about the Prince Regent? I failed to mention that we met each other there, the prince and I. Or: This is all on you, Fiona. You gave me that invitation to the charity dinner where the prince would appear, remember? If I hadn’t gone, we would never have seen each other again. No, at this point, he ought to know better than to bury the lede. Best to put the most important information first: I am in a romantic relationship with Prince James, currently Prince Regent and head of state for the United Kingdom.
