Chapter Twenty
“He wants to take you on a romantic getaway!” Esme’s high-pitched squeal sent a vibration through Jan’s wineglass.
“It’s not romantic.” Jan pinched the bridge between her nose to regain her sense of equilibrium. “It’s work.”
“A prince wants to whisk you away for the weekend on his private yacht to a small town in Spain for work.” Esme used air quotes. Her dark eyes sparkled with light as she stared down her best friend.
“He doesn’t need an excuse to take me anywhere. He is my fake fiancé.”
“Is that what he said?”
Jan paused in taking a sip of her wine. Alex hadn’t used the word fake in a while. He hadn’t even used the word work the other day. “He said that I was his fiancée, and he didn’t need a reason to wine and dine me.”
Esme pressed her lips together and tapped he
