Stolen Kiss From a Prince. Teresa Carpenter

will need a strong advocate in the following days.”

      “It is not worth the risk. His family—”

      “His family needs you.” Bernadette came to the bed and took Katrina’s hands in her own. “King Lowell is rumored to be in ill health and the queen mother is in her eighties. If Prince Donal has perished in the crash, Julian will be engulfed with running the country. I fear they may lose sight of Sammy in their grief.”

      “The staff—” Katrina quickly changed the words at the disappointment in Bernadette’s eyes “—are no substitute for family.”

      “No. And it may fall to you to remind them all of that. Though losing a child, a grandchild is terrible, they still have Sammy, and he is reason to persevere. Dear, I know your concern is not just for yourself.”

      “I would never do anything to hurt Jean Claude.” Katrina rushed to assure her friend and mentor, the slip of the night before haunting her.

      “I know.” Bernadette squeezed her fingers. “He knows. We believe in you. It is time for you to believe in yourself. Now—” Bernadette rose and went back to the wardrobe “—let us finish packing. Julian is not a patient man.”

      No, patience did not describe the visiting Prince. Which only made the challenge ahead of Katrina harder. But she dared not argue further. Even she recognized there was a limit to testing a royal’s goodwill.

      Even her? Especially her!

      She’d never been good at decorum. She’d had too much freedom running wild about the palace as a child. Jean Claude adored his goddaughter, so she was given undo leeway. She learned her lesson three years ago when the misuse of that freedom and a lack of good judgment resulted in hurting those she loved most.

      Licking her wounds, she’d retreated to the place she felt safest in the world. The palace. More specifically the palace nursery, where she tried to be a good example of decorum to the next generation.

      Her stomach twisted at the possibility of bringing shame to her home once again. No matter what Bernadette said, Katrina knew she’d been a disappointment to Jean Claude, worse to her own father. She stiffened her spine. Not this time, she promised them in her heart. She would go with Prince Julian to help Sammy, and she’d mind her manners, follow protocol and be a model of perfect decorum.

      If she stuck to the background, there was no reason anyone should notice her.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      KATRINA GLARED AT the broad shoulders of Prince Julian as she hitched Sammy to a more comfortable position on her hip. The man hadn’t spoken two words to her since bidding the Prince and Princess farewell. Julian seemed happy enough to accept the offer of Katrina’s services yet disinclined to look her in the eyes.

      To the side and behind the royal party strode armed security officers of both Kardana and Pasadonia. She silently and obediently followed the directions given to her as they boarded the royal train car provided by Jean Claude. Inside, an officer stood guard over them while the rest of the Kardanian security force did a quick scan of the whole car.

      She stood quietly, but Julian was obviously antsy.

      “Down,” Sammy demanded and wiggled in a bid to get his way.

      “Not yet.” She tightened her arms around him, but he was strong and she nearly lost her grip on him.

      “I’ll take him.” Julian cautiously lifted the boy into his arms. He met her gaze briefly. “Thank you for your patience and cooperation with the security. I know it can be trying.”

      “I am used to it.” She shrugged. “I sometimes travel around town with the twins.” Over the past year she’d ventured out twice.

      “It is a pain,” he declared, his opinion punctuated by the tense line of his shoulders.

      “A necessary evil for your safety. For Sammy’s safety,” she calmly pointed out. Her closeness to the royal couple and their twins made her happy for the protection that kept them safe. “And because I am with you, for mine.”

      “Samson,” he corrected her. “Unfortunately many people do not grasp that notion. Ha.” He gave a harsh laugh, a rueful shake of his head. “This is a change. Usually it is I explaining the need for caution.”

      She eyed him, reluctant to be sympathetic when she was annoyed with him for ignoring her. But he had taken Sammy, who still chattered and wiggled in a bid for freedom. And generally she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

      “I suppose that can be trying, as well.”

      “I’ll tell you, it can be a real damper on a date.” Long-felt aggravation rang through the words.

      Her turn to laugh. “Poor baby.”

      He froze and looked down his nose at her. “You are impertinent, mademoiselle.”

      She flushed and looked away. “I am sorry.”

      “Your Highness,” Neil, Julian’s head of security, turned to them, “the space is secure.”

      “Thank you.” The lift of a dark eyebrow let her know she’d been saved by the announcement. “What is your security plan?”

      “A man at both entrances.” The trim, dark-haired man responded. “St. James will be in the computer room, and I’ll be roving. The trip to Lyon is expected to take four hours.”

      Julian nodded. “And the weather?”

      “There’s been no change. Reports indicate the storm is lessening, but the airport at Lyon is still closed.”

      “Keep me apprised if anything changes.”

      “Very good, sir.” Neil bowed briefly and moved down the corridor.

      Julian turned back to Katrina. “Mademoiselle, would you care to give us a tour?”

      “My pleasure,” she lied. Just a tiny fib actually. What she’d really like was to take Sammy into one of the guest rooms and sleep. Instead she followed in Neil’s wake down the narrow corridor running along the left side of the train from the back where they boarded.

      “The car has three guest rooms.” She opened the first door on the right and showed him a small room with a double bed, the decor a sparse elegance equal to a high-end hotel. The second door revealed a room much like the first, in reverse order with twin beds.

      “These two rooms share a bath with a full shower. With your permission, I’ll sleep with Sammy in here.” He nodded. Good. She had the nursery monitor with her, but she preferred to stay close to the child. Unfortunately, it also put her closer to Julian. Not a problem, she vowed. It wasn’t as if there was the least likelihood he’d make a move on her.

      His appalled reaction to her kiss this morning proved she was safe from him.

      “The master suite is the next door down. You have a private attached bath. The entire train car is bulletproof, including all the windows, plus the master bedroom acts as a panic room should the car be breached. I am sure Neil will go over all the specifics with you.”

      She waved him ahead, and he stepped into an elegant oasis decorated in cream, tan and bronze. This room included a small seating area and a bar with a mini refrigerator. Next came the lounge with plenty of comfortable seating in dark leather followed by a half bath and the crew’s quarters.

      Upstairs, she showed him the domed observation lounge with big-screen TV, the formal dining room, kitchen, tiny computer room and crew’s lounge. As with the guest rooms and lounge below, the furnishings here were tasteful and soothing. Plush silver-gray carpet cushioned every step, soft hunter green velvet covered the couch and chairs, while dark woods, fine crystal and a stunning black marble table added to the richness of the rooms.

      “Quite the setup.” Julian let Sammy down in the observation lounge and settled into an armchair. “Much more comfortable than the