Nadia
“Fine, whatever,” I say, working hard to be breezy and failing completely. “If it’s Will’s shift now, let him take it.”
Cole gives us a little cursory bow that seems more instinctual than deliberate as his way of saying goodnight, but it sets Shayne beaming regardless. He goes one way to the command tent as Will walks with us to the nurse’s quarters, sending us off to sleep.
“So, you’re all in love with the Prince?” Will asks, his voice terribly disappointed. “None left for us poor regular guys?”
“I wouldn’t say we’re all in love with the Prince,” Grace says, shooting me a wicked glance. My fingers itch to shove her but I magnanimously refrain.
“Well, it’s not our fault,” Shayne says, turning at the dormitory tent to give Will her prettiest smile, looking up at him beneath her l
