Page 15 of Waking Up In His Royal Bed

‘Changing the subject, Bea?’

‘I know you don’t like Dante.’

‘I think Dante is perfectly charming,’ Maya inserted, her lips curving into a wry smile, before adding, ‘But I don’t, I can’t, like anyone who makes you unhappy.’

‘I’m not unhappy.’

It was an obvious struggle for Maya not to challenge this statement, but lip-biting won out.

‘And Dante is gone. He’s never coming back.’

This time the crying went on a long time.