Chapter Thirteen
“Here, let me help you with that.”
Leo reached for Lady Teresa’s designer luggage. He considered himself a strong man. He had never been the type of monarch to simply sit on a throne. He was an active man and visited the gym every day. Sure, the gym was an actual gymnasium in the west wing of his castle. So, there should be no trouble with him lifting a woman’s suitcase.
He gripped the handle of the suitcase and gave a tug. It did not budge. He gave it a shove in an attempt to tilt it onto its rolling wheels. It stayed upright. Before he could wonder if the future Duchess of Almodovar had made off with an American bronzed statue, she stayed his hand.
“No need,” she said. “My father’s valet’s got it.”
The valet in question, a strapping man with muscles bulging out of h
