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JACK MORGAN SHOWERED quickly, feeling underdressed as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. The American wasn’t certain what you were supposed to wear to breakfast with a princess, but he was fairly certain that it wasn’t the rumpled clothing from his travel bag.

Morgan found Sharon Lewis waiting on the other side of the door. “You didn’t tell me she was here.”

“It’s your job to tell me things, Morgan, so that I can pass them on to her. This is a one-way system until she says otherwise.”

Morgan didn’t bother to press the issue. He could see that Lewis was dedicated and loyal to Princess Caroline to a fault—unless the royal said jump, Lewis would stand in front of an oncoming truck.

“Have you been with her long?” he asked as they walked through the barn conversion. Aside from the cameras and bulletproof glass, it could have been any other home in the countryside.

“Five years,” Lewis answered proudly.

“That’s a long time to be in the same detail.”

“I asked to stay.”

“Why?”

“I’ve worked with a lot of politicians, and a few royals. Princess Caroline’s different.”

“Different how?”

Lewis came to a stop. “The kitchen’s in there. Go ahead.”

“Do I bow?”

Lewis laughed, but said nothing. Morgan walked inside. If he was expecting silverware, waiters and a stuffed boar on the table, he was to be disappointed. Princess Caroline stood at a breakfast bar. She wore yoga pants and a hoody, and was pouring herself a bowl of cereal.

“Morning, Jack.” The royal smiled. “Help yourself to cereal, or there are bacon and eggs in the fridge. I could make you some, if you’d like?”

Morgan’s appetite had been stoked by his workout, but even had he been full, he would not turn down the chance to eat bacon and eggs cooked by the potential future monarch of the United Kingdom.

“Bacon and eggs sounds great, Your Highness. Thank you.” Morgan wondered if anyone had ever uttered those words before, thinking of what a story this would make for his grandchildren—should he live to have any.

Perhaps Princess Caroline read his thoughts. “You had an eventful night,” she said simply, laying the bacon into a pan where it sizzled and spat.

“Not the greatest room service,” Morgan said, trying to make light of it.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Jack. I really have no idea why.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t.”

Morgan held his tongue. The kitchen was quiet but for the sound of the bacon frying.

“Do you still want the job?” Caroline asked eventually.

Morgan was taken aback. Despite the danger, he had not for one second thought about backing away from the mission. “Of course.”

Caroline appeared relieved. “Then I’m sending Lewis to work with you. She’s a Welsh speaker, Jack, and that could be useful. She can also legally carry a firearm.”

After last night’s attack, a firearm on Morgan’s side could be more than useful.

“How do you like your eggs?” she asked.

“Scrambled,” Morgan answered, before pulling the conversation back on course. “Your Highness, somebody fired seventeen bullets into my room last night.”

“The police are investigating,” she assured him quickly.

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