Stolen Kiss From a Prince by Teresa Carpenter Read Free Book Online Page A

said, Katrina knew she’d been a disappointment to Jean Claude, worse to her own father. She stiffened her spine. Not this time, she promised them in her heart. She would go with Prince Julian to help Sammy, and she’d mind her manners, follow protocol and be a model of perfect decorum.
    If she stuck to the background, there was no reason anyone should notice her.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    K ATRINA GLARED AT the broad shoulders of Prince Julian as she hitched Sammy to a more comfortable position on her hip. The man hadn’t spoken two words to her since bidding the Prince and Princess farewell. Julian seemed happy enough to accept the offer of Katrina’s services yet disinclined to look her in the eyes.
    To the side and behind the royal party strode armed security officers of both Kardana and Pasadonia. She silently and obediently followed the directions given to her as they boarded the royal train car provided by Jean Claude. Inside, an officer stood guard over them while the rest of the Kardanian security force did a quick scan of the whole car.
    She stood quietly, but Julian was obviously antsy.
    “Down,” Sammy demanded and wiggled in a bid to get his way.
    “Not yet.” She tightened her arms around him, but he was strong and she nearly lost her grip on him.
    “I’ll take him.” Julian cautiously lifted the boy into his arms. He met her gaze briefly. “Thank you for your patience and cooperation with the security. I know it can be trying.”
    “I am used to it.” She shrugged. “I sometimes travel around town with the twins.” Over the past year she’d ventured out twice.
    “It is a pain,” he declared, his opinion punctuated by the tense line of his shoulders.
    “A necessary evil for your safety. For Sammy’s safety,” she calmly pointed out. Her closeness to the royal couple and their twins made her happy for the protection that kept them safe. “And because I am with you, for mine.”
    “Samson,” he corrected her. “Unfortunately many people do not grasp that notion. Ha.” He gave a harsh laugh, a rueful shake of his head. “This is a change. Usually it is I explaining the need for caution.”
    She eyed him, reluctant to be sympathetic when she was annoyed with him for ignoring her. But he had taken Sammy, who still chattered and wiggled in a bid for freedom. And generally she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.
    “I suppose that can be trying, as well.”
    “I’ll tell you, it can be a real damper on a date.” Long-felt aggravation rang through the words.
    Her turn to laugh. “Poor baby.”
    He froze and looked down his nose at her. “You are impertinent, mademoiselle. ”
    She flushed and looked away. “I am sorry.”
    “Your Highness,” Neil, Julian’s head of security, turned to them, “the space is secure.”
    “Thank you.” The lift of a dark eyebrow let her know she’d been saved by the announcement. “What is your security plan?”
    “A man at both entrances.” The trim, dark-haired man responded. “St. James will be in the computer room, and I’ll be roving. The trip to Lyon is expected to take four hours.”
    Julian nodded. “And the weather?”
    “There’s been no change. Reports indicate the storm is lessening, but the airport at Lyon is still closed.”
    “Keep me apprised if anything changes.”
    “Very good, sir.” Neil bowed briefly and moved down the corridor.
    Julian turned back to Katrina. “ Mademoiselle, would you care to give us a tour?”
    “My pleasure,” she lied. Just a tiny fib actually. What she’d really like was to take Sammy into one of the guest rooms and sleep. Instead she followed in Neil’s wake down the narrow corridor running along the left side of the train from the back where they boarded.
    “The car has three guest rooms.” She opened the first door on the right and showed him a small room with a double bed, the decor a sparse elegance equal to a high-end hotel. The second door revealed a room much like the first, in reverse order