Taming the Lost Prince. Raye Morgan

for him.

      He took a long sip, sighed with satisfaction and leaned against the counter, looking at her. “So what have you been doing all this time?” he asked her. “You didn’t come straight here from Trialta did you?”

      “No. I’ve been here for less than a year.”

      “And what were you doing before that?”

      She hesitated. Her heart was thumping in her chest. It was time to come clean. She had to tell him. He would find out soon enough anyway. And if he thought she were trying to keep it from him, he might think …

      She shivered.

      “I … uh … I had a baby.” She forced herself to look him in the eye and not waver. “A little boy. I call him Teddy.”

      “Teddy?” He blinked at her.

      “Yes. He’s at my sister’s right now, down the hall. Maybe you can meet him tomorrow.”

      And she stared into his eyes, searching for doubt, searching for memories, searching for anything that would tell her he’d guessed the truth.