Last evening had been one of the most frustrating of his life, but one of the most satisfying. It had been frustrating because he’d been close enough to Amira to kiss her as they’d sat on the sofa in front of the fire and played Scrabble. It had been satisfying because she was quick and bright and funny and had not only played the game, but talked and teased and laughed, too. He couldn’t remember ever being that relaxed with a woman—comfortable enough to take off his shoes and not worry about what he should say or do or be. He could just be himself. Only…she didn’t know who he really was. The phone rang and he automatically picked it up. “Hello?” “I’d like to speak to Amira Corbin.” Now Marcus checked the Caller ID and saw the international code. “I’m sorry. She’s not available right now. Can I give her a message?” he asked smoothly as if he was a clerk at a desk. There was silence and then he heard, “This is Queen Marissa of Penwyck.” This was the woman who might want to place the responsibility for a country on his head.
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