Oliver
Lord Martin sprang from the chair where he'd been waiting as I entered the apartment. “Your Highness," he said with a bow. Rushing toward me, he reached for my wet suit coat. “We can't have you getting ill."
“I'm well."
The rain dripped from the suit coat in his hand. “I was worried. You were gone longer than I expected. Were you seen? Did you need to convince anyone that you were the prince?"
“I didn't convince anyone." That was the truth. I'd been completely honest. Seeing Lord Martin's concern, I continued, “It's frigid, cold, and the middle of the night. I found the gazebo. You were right. The gardens were a perfect place to think."
“Very well," he said, taking each of my wrists and removing the jeweled cufflinks. Next, he began to unbutton my shirt. “I hope the padded
