“Rivers.” “Snarky, snarky,” Alex said, not looking up from the newspaper. “He isn’t worthy of your interest, Your Highness, and I can’t help it if that’s how I feel.” Jenny’s lip actually curled. Alex was amazed. “Dr. Rivers. Hmph.” “You sound about sixty years old when you do that.” “He could have shown more respect.” “Yes, he could have,” she said, smiling. “But he didn’t.” Her suite was on the eastern side of the hotel, and the sun had come up in a blaze of spring glory, making all the silver...ware and dishes look as though they were on fire. Truly, a gorgeous day. And best of all, no nightmares! Instead, she had paced and thought and fretted and read, the grumpy Dr. Rivers never far from her mind. “Another thing, Your Highness, if you’ll allow me.” “Mmmm?” “I don’t think—that is—I noticed that—” She yawned. “Spit it out, Jenn.” “I don’t think forcing yourself to stay awake is the best solution for your…problem.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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