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“Your parking magic still works, I see,” Cameron said.
Jesska laughed and they climbed from the car. Her brother wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze, and they made their way inside.
Jesska didn’t hate the service. Surprising to her, but true, and she felt a burden lift (as she cried, damn it). By the time they left the church, she had a bit of a realization and asked Cameron to take her back to the hotel to freshen up.
“Are you bailing on lunch?”
“Not even a little. I just want to wash my face and clean up a bit.”
Cameron nodded and headed out. Pulling up to the hotel a few minutes later, he squeezed her hand. “I’ll wait here, okay?”
“Thanks, Cam. I won’t be long.”
Jesska climbed from the car and rushed to the elevator, arriving at her floor slower than she would have liked. Nodding to Jóvin, she let herself into her room and headed to the bathroom. She’d just wiped the mascara from her cheeks when she heard a knock at the door. She wasn’t surprised. Jóvin would have called Kaspar as soon as he saw her. She opened her door and smiled.
“Are you okay?” Kaspar asked as he walked inside. “I thought you were going to lunch.” He tipped her chin gently. “Why have you been crying?”
“I’m fine, I am going to lunch after I freshen up, and I’ve been crying because I realized I’ve been angry for a really long time, and I’m done being angry.” He studied her for a few seconds before she pulled away from him and made her way back to the bathroom. “What’s your plan today?”
Kaspar followed her. “I have a couple of meetings before dinner.”
She smiled at him in the mirror. “Do you ever not work?”
He grinned. “I haven’t worked much since I met you, baby. I have things to catch up on.”
Jesska giggled, turning to face him. “Are you blaming me?”
“Absolutely,” he said, settling his hands on her waist.
“I just wanted to be clear.”
He leaned down and kissed her, and Jesska wove her fingers into his hair. Breaking the kiss, she wiped his lips with a sigh. “That shade of lipstick doesn’t really suit you.”
“Worth it, though,” he retorted. “Do you want me to walk you down to your brother?”
“Code for: I’m forming my demand into a question, so Jesska thinks she has some say in the matter.”
“Don’t tell me you have me figured out already.”
She tapped his cheek and sidled past him to grab her purse. “Come on, baby. Protect me from the monsters lurking in the elevator.”
Kaspar laughed and took her hand. “I am but a lowly knight at your service.”
Monday morning, Jesska slid from Austri’s car and walked into the lobby of her office building. She couldn’t believe she’d only been away from her job for two days. It felt like an eternity. After her lunch with Cameron the day before, she’d arrived back at the hotel to find Kaspar had booked her a massage in her room, and then spent the rest of the evening showing her how special he thought she was. He’d poured wine, served her ice cream, and watched Ever After with her, only complaining twice about Drew Barrymore’s pseudo-British accent.
“Isn’t he supposed to be a French prince?”
“Yes,” she’d said.
“Then why do they have English accents, or I should say, very bad English accents?”
“I have no idea,” she’d admitted with a chuckle. “It always seems to me that American films portraying anyone European are done in an English accent.”
“And this is your favorite movie?” he’d asked in disbelief.
“One of them, yes. Dougray Scott is gorgeous.”
“So, you watch it because you think he’s gorgeous?”
