"SO WHEN do you think he'll be back?" Holly paced across the priceless rug in the Georgian manor house. "I mean, he's been gone for two weeks, Emilio! I haven't even had a chance to talk to him since that day at the flat." The day he'd announced that she was going to marry him. "Not that this house isn't fabulous and luxurious and all that—but he virtually kidn*pped me!"
"On the contrary, His Highness was merely concerned for your safety," Emilio said gently. "The press had discovered where you were and the situation was about to turn extremely ugly. It was imperative that we extracted you from there as fast as possible."
Remembering the crowd of reporters that had suddenly converged on Nicky's flat, and the slick security operation that had ensured their escape, Holly rubbed her f
