Red-haired sculptor Petey Cavanaugh is in New York to attend the opening of her gallery exhibition. While in town, she meets Nik, a sexy businessman who happens to be Europe’s most eligible prince.
Not that Petey would know that. Between helping out on her family’s Montana sheep ranch, and working on her art, she has little time or patience for silly celebrity gossip.
Nik’s not offended in the least. On the contrary, he’s charmed by the fact that she treats him as a man rather than an institution. But she’ll find out eventually.
And when she does, she feels betrayed by the man she thought she had feelings for. Reluctantly, she agrees to meet him at his hotel and give him the chance to explain.
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Petey wasn’t surprised when the car took them to the hotel’s underground entrance. She was surprised to see Colin St. John waiting there. Her stomach knotted. She’d thought of him as a friend. But he’d known the truth all along, too, and hadn’t bothered to mention it.
When the car stopped, the woman in the front passenger seat quickly got out and opened her door. “Ms. Cavanaugh,” she murmured.
Petey glanced at her but said nothing. Jorgen joined her and they made their way toward the door, where Colin waited.
He smiled her sadly. “Hi, red.”
Petey bit her lip, willing away the tears that threatened. Not trusting her voice, she nodded curtly.
“You know I couldn’t say anything. Your friend and his family have been guests here for years.”
She shrugged, and cleared her throat. “You didn’t owe me anything.”
“Not true. I owed you honesty. And for my part, I apologize. I meant it when I said that you’re welcome here anytime. With or without the prince.” He winked kindly.
She nodded and followed Jorgen into the building. Wordlessly, they went to a bank of elevators, where he used a key card to enter a car marked ‘Private’ by a small brass sign placed discreetly by its door.
Petey was surprised when they only went up a few floors. For some reason, she’d pictured a huge suite on the top floor of the hotel. A pair of security guards greeted them when the doors slid open. Jorgen nodded to them and they stepped aside, allowing Petey and the secretary to move past them and down the hall.
They stopped in front of a pair of antique white double doors. Another small brass sign declared that they had arrived at the Royal Plaza Suite. Jorgen used his key card once again to unlock the door, which he swung open to reveal a small but elegant foyer. The narrow hall opened onto a much larger circular foyer, anchored in the center by a small round table topped by an extravagant arrangement of white flowers arranged in a silver urn.
Moving past the flowers, Jorgen led her to the left, where the foyer opened onto a luxurious sitting room, that was, at the moment, abuzz with activity. Petey counted at least seven people, not including herself and Jorgen. One man was setting up enormous lights on stands, while another appeared to be coordinating three cameras on tripods. A couple of the people were wearing headphones, and a woman with a clipboard seemed to be directing the action.
“Petey,” called a familiar voice.
She turned to see Nik purposefully striding toward her. Dressed in a dark grey suit, he had tissues tucked into the collar of his blue dress shirt, and a woman with a makeup brush was hurriedly following him. He turned to the woman. “Could you give us a moment, please?”
Nodding politely, she returned in the direction from which they’d come. When he reached her, he softly repeated her name. “Petey.”
She crossed her arms in front of her and chewed her lower lip. “Hi. I said I’d come. Now I’m here.” She glanced around. “You seem kind of busy, so…”
He rolled his eyes miserably. “I have to do this interview. But after that, I’m free. Will you stay? Please?”
Her heart hitched at the sadness in his deep blue eyes. She’d fallen for this man. There was no sense in denying it to herself. But she couldn’t stand to be made a fool of. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m here, so, I suppose I might as well stay.”
Relief flooded his face. “Thank you. I’ll make this as quick as I can, I promise.” He cupped her elbow and squeezed gently before heading back to the makeup woman.
“Ms. Cavanaugh,” Jorgen said, “you’re welcome to sit here and watch the interview.” He indicated a sofa upholstered in dark tan brocade. On shaky legs, she crossed to the sofa and sank onto its soft cushions.
“Would you care for something to drink, Ms. Cavanaugh?” a woman asked, materializing out of nowhere.
Petey looked to Jorgen.
“Perhaps a glass of wine?” he suggested.
She nodded gratefully. “That would be nice, thank you,” she managed.
From where she sat at the end of the sofa, she noticed a pair of blue upholstered chairs set before a nonworking fireplace, and that area seemed to be the focus of the cameras. She supposed Nik would sit there with an interviewer. Unconsciously, she slipped off her shoes and pulled her feet up, sitting cross-legged as far into the corner of the sofa as she could squeeze herself. When the woman returned with a glass of white wine, Petey softly thanked her.
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Fun Fact: The Royal Plaza Suite is an actual suite at the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan. Click the video to take a little tour of Nik’s hotel home.