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“Because this problem isn’t all about you, Your Highness.”
Dimitri grimaced. “It never was.”
“There’s a food truck that has yummy breakfast burritos just around the corner. It’s a little chilly, but sunny. We can sit outside and talk.”
“A food truck?” he asked, trying to process the very idea. “I can get something delivered.”
“To where?” she asked wryly. “The car? Don’t be a snob.”
Offended, he frowned. “I am not a snob.”
“Have you ever eaten from a food truck?”
What difference did that make? “No.”
“Then...” Her challenge was clear.
He said he wasn’t a snob; prove it.
Grimly determined to do just that, he pulled into traffic, his detail right behind him.
As they walked toward the food truck, Jenna had to admit to herself that eating this way was a different proposition for him than for regular people like her. Jenna had no security detail needing to stay close.
Nor did she have to worry about a random photo shot with a cell phone ending up in the tabloids with some cheesy headline.
Nevertheless, her prince did not grumble as she ordered for them. They got their food and found a nearby bench to sit on.
They’d both taken a couple of bites of their breakfast, washing it down with coffee, when he looked up, his expression tinged with surprise. “This is pretty good.”
He looked down at his burrito, like he was trying to figure out what all was in it.
She wished him luck. Jenna had been trying to recreate this particular deliciousness at home for the past two years and had yet to get it just right.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she chided him.
“I am not surprised,” he denied with dignity. “I am a prince, but I do not live under a rock. Even I know about the food truck craze.”
“It’s not really a craze anymore, but an established source of dining.”
“If you say so.”
And he said he wasn’t a snob, but Jenna just said, “Tell me what they found in my apartment.”
“The listening devices are limited to a few accessory items besides your handbag from last night.”
Jenna wasn’t sure if she felt relief at that or not. She had a habit of leaving her purse on the end of the sofa, which would have made her living room accessible to the listening device.
All she said was, “Since Skylar’s never been to my home, that makes sense.”
“Assuming it is your assistant might be premature.”
“Like it was premature assuming it was me?” Jenna asked with her brows raised.
Really. These princes. What was okay for them was not okay for the rest of the world.
“I don’t think Kon actually ever believed you were the source of the leak.” Which made it sound like Dimaneverhad, and she doubted that.
Though he’d been clear he didn’t doubt her the night before. Jenna crumpled her wrapper and tossed it in a nearby trash can. She set her coffee on the bench beside her and then rubbed her suddenly pounding temples.
