“What’s going on with him?” Prince Philip asked his bodyguard. There were six of them, but only one had been allowed to do the survey. There was no telling what Liam Laurent had up his sleeve.
“You’re the least of his concerns,” the bodyguard answered. “He’s too busy playing two women to actually pay you any attention.”
Prince Philip gripped the iron rails in his hands. “The two women he’s paying are his wife and Jenni, yes?”
“Yes.”
“f*****g bastard.”
That he was pitting two women against themselves was not his issue. He couldn’t care less about that, if he was being honest. Prince Philip’s real problem was Liam’s refusal to contend. The man didn’t even see him as a threat worth acknowledging, and this annoyed him down to the very itch under his toe. Liam Laurent bothered him—so much
