Conveniently Wed To The Prince. Nina Milne

clear of the opposite sex for eighteen months now, without regret. Yet the whole idea of sticking to Stefan Petrelli caused her lungs to constrict. Go figure.

      ‘How would it work?’

      ‘I suggest a hotel. Neutral ground. We can get a suite. Two bedrooms and a living area.’

      Had there been undue emphasis on the word ‘two’? A glance at his expression showed tension in his jaw—clearly he wasn’t overly keen on the logistics of them sticking together either. But she couldn’t come up with an alternative—couldn’t risk him heading to the altar, and definitely couldn’t trust him. And this was doable. A suite. Separate bedrooms.

      So... ‘That could work.’

      ‘What are your plans for the weekend? We can do our best to incorporate them.’

      ‘Nothing I can’t reschedule.’

      In fact her plans had been to work, chill out and continue her exploration of London—maybe meet up with a colleague for a quick drink or to catch a film. But such a programme made her sound like a complete Billy-no-mates. In truth she had kept herself to herself in London, because she’d figured there was no point getting too settled in a life she knew to be strictly temporary.

      ‘I do have some work to do, but I can do that anywhere with internet. What about you?’

      ‘I’ve got some meetings, but like you I should be able to reschedule. Though I do have one site visit I can’t postpone. I suggest we go there first, then find a hotel and swing by our respective houses for some clothes.’

      ‘Works for me.’

      It would all be fine.

      One weekend—how hard could it be?