The Royal Treatment. Maureen Child

maybe J.T. could pull it off. Maybe he could keep her busy enough that she wouldn’t notice that she wasn’t any closer to the interior of the palace than she’d been yesterday. And, if he spent enough time in her company, perhaps the attraction he felt for her would die a natural death. Maybe this was what they both needed to completely end what they’d finished three years ago. Maybe they needed to spend time together again to realize that it was all really gone.

      And maybe he was a masochist.

      At any rate, it’d certainly be the most interesting assignment he’d been given since joining the RII.

      He looked at Franklin. “A few days?”

      The man nodded slowly. “At the most.”

      “I’ll do my best,” J.T. told him.

      “I knew I could count on you.”

      A few minutes later, Jeremy was letting himself out of the security office and heading back to the guardhouse. Autumn sunshine spilled out of a cloudy sky and he told himself that he should enjoy it while it lasted. He had a feeling he was headed into stormy weather.