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“Why are you torturing me like this?” I whispered, truly hoping she would answer. “Why am I always on the wrong page with you? When I tried to get closer to you, you backed away. When I back away, you come close. What am I supposed to do?”

“Think of it like dancing?” she replied half-heartedly, reaching up to place her hands over my own. “I’m sorry if I’m confusing you. But I’m confused, too. I get scared when you get close. But I don’t want you to back away, either.”

“Why are you scared?”

“Because I do not like to be hurt and men seem to always the worst.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

She frowned and tried to step back. “No one ever starts out thinking they will, but somewhere down the line they do, Gale.”

I held her still. “I, Prince Galahad Fitzhugh Cornelius Edgar of the House of Monterey, will not hurt you, Odette.”

She opened her mouth, but I shook my head.

“Remember what I told you on our first date,” I said, brushing her curls from her face. “Do not try to look at the end. Instead, enjoy the present with me.” I was not sure what she was trying to see in my eyes, but she stared for a long time before nodding.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” I asked, not sure if I heard her over the sound of my heart beating.

“Okay, I will date you.”

I grinned. I would take it. Letting go of her, I stepped out of their study. “Iskandar? Wolfgang? I am ready to go.”

“You’re leaving?” She gaped, amazed. “Just like that.”

“Yes. If I stay any longer, I’m worried you will feel the need to push me away.” I smiled. “I will come close, and then I will back off to give you space until you get used to me.”

She made a face at me. “You don’t have to do that.”

“We will see. For now, I do not plan on risking it.” I winked.

She didn’t get to reply as Iskandar and Wolfgang came toward me. Wolfgang gave me my coat.

“Goodnight,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself as she came to the door to see me off.

I wanted to kiss her again so badly. “Goodnight,” I said and nearly slipped because I was watching her and not my own feet.

“Hmm...” She actually clamped her lips to hold back her laughter.

You bloody idiot! I mentally cursed. Standing straighter, I waved back and headed to the car, wanting to smack the grin off Iskandar’s freckled face.

It was only once inside that I just fell onto the back seat.

What the hell was wrong with me?

And why did my heart keep beating so hard?





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