Stepping Into The Prince's World. Marion Lennox

first pair of knickers that came to hand and practically slammed the drawer shut. A pair of sheepskin bootees stood beside the bed. Excellent. They weren’t sexy in the least.

      He headed back to the bathroom, thought about helping her, then decided it might be hard but she should be able to cope herself and it would be far, far safer if he stayed on his side of the door.

      He knocked and slipped the clothes around the door, without opening it wide enough for him to see her. They needed barriers, he thought. Big barriers. Preferably barriers with locks on them.

      He stepped away from the door as if it was red-hot.

      ‘Steak in ten minutes,’ he said. ‘If you’re up to it. If the painkillers aren’t making you too dizzy?’

      ‘The painkillers aren’t making me too dizzy,’ she told him, and then she stopped.

      And he thought he knew what she was about to say because he was feeling the same.

      The painkillers weren’t making her dizzy, but something else was.