sliding into his voice.
“Just one thing,” she said, meeting his gaze but preparing herself for a big, fat turndown. “If you choose to fire me, I want six months’ pay and my airfare back to the States.”
His Royal Highness blinked. “Why would you request such a thing?”
“What happened to your last stable master?”
“He was fired because he wasn’t doing his job properly,” Stefan said.
“And the one before?” she asked.
“He was fired for negligence.” Stefan narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting I’m a difficult employer?”
“I’m suggesting that when prized horses, powerful men and women grow accustomed to getting their way they can become … temperamental.”
Stefan met her gaze and his lips twitched once again. “I don’t recall ever being compared to a prized horse, but I’ll choose to take it as a compliment. I’ll meet your conditions if you’ll meet mine. You must move to Chantaine within two weeks.”
Chapter One
Day two of palace orientation and Eve’s eyes were glazing over.
“Wait for His Royal Highness to address you first. Wait for His Royal Highness to extend his hand first. If you are wearing gloves when greeting His Royal Highness, you need not remove them first. Women need not wear hats before 6:30 p.m.,” the elderly male adviser droned on. “Call the prince by Your Royal Highness on first meeting. Thereafter, if the conversation continues, refer to him as ‘sir.’ Stand whenever a royal enters the room. Never turn one’s back on a royal….“
“Oh, Jonathan, give the poor girl a break,” a young woman said from behind Eve.
Eve whipped her head around, spotting Princess Bridget, whom she’d met during her previous visit to Chantaine. She remembered the underlying, not-quite-buried impatience she’d sensed when she’d met Princess Bridget, a young woman close to her age.
Eve immediately rose and attempted an awkward curtsy.
Princess Bridget waved the gesture aside and tossed her head of brown, wavy hair. “Please don’t. Will you join me for lunch? I need a royal break,” she said. “We can discuss American reality shows.”
“Your Highness,” Eve said, trying to follow the rules she’d just been given.
“Stop, stop,” Bridget said, taking Eve’s hand and pulling her away. “And if you dare call me ma’am, I’ll scream the palace walls down. Please call me Bridget. I’m counting on you to forget everything you’ve learned today so that you and I can become great friends. Thank God we have an American around now. You’re just what we need.”
Eve felt a combination of relief at getting away from the interminable orientation session and anxiety at Princess Bridget’s plans for her. “I don’t really watch a lot of reality TV.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll come up with something. You know, ever since Tina got pregnant and left Chantaine, I have to do most of the public appearances.” Bridget stopped and met Eve’s gaze. “I’m not well suited for this. Tina was born and bred for this job. It drives me crazy.”
“What specifically about the job drives you crazy?” Eve asked.
Bridget paused, blinking. Her eyebrows knitted in a frown. “I haven’t thought about that. I’ve just been so resentful to be thrust into this right when I was enjoying my time in Italy.”
Eve nodded. “I hated my last job, but it paid very well. After working in that position, I realized that being able to do something that was my passion every day was a gift, if not a luxury.”
Bridget paused again. “How profound. And I was hoping you would be a rebel.”
Eve chuckled. “I am a rebel. I just try to be smart about it.”
“Hmm,” Bridget said. “Maybe I can learn from you. I think we should have champagne for lunch to celebrate your arrival. Dom Pérignon. If Stefan finds out, he’ll be livid. I do so love to make him livid.”
“No champagne for me. I don’t want to start my second day on the job making my boss livid.”
Bridget gave a pout and sighed. “You have a point. It wouldn’t do for him to fire you right off the bat. Chardonnay?”
“And water, please,” Eve said, thinking she definitely needed to remain sober around these Devereaux.
Bridget led her to a small table on a balcony that overlooked the east end of the palace grounds. Floral gardens were surrounded by lush, green grounds with trees that transitioned to rocky cliffs and sandy beaches. The ocean was a mouthwatering shade of azure.
“Beautiful view,” Eve said, shaking her head in wonder. “Stunning.”
Bridget stared out the window and nodded. “Yes, it is, but it can be a bit confining being surrounded by all that water. No easy way out,” she said, then shrugged. “Can’t change that at the moment.” A staff member approached the table with a pitcher of water and filled two glasses. “Thank you, Claire. Could you also bring us a nice bottle of Chardonnay? Is lemon-roasted chicken and a green salad okay with you?” she asked Eve.
“That would be great, thanks,” Eve said, swallowing a secret laugh over the fact that she’d probably be eating peanut butter and jelly on the run if she were at the Logan Ranch.
Bridget met her gaze. “What are your interests? Besides horses, of course,” she said. “Do you like to shop? Do you like music? Art?”
“Yes to music and art. I’m more fickle when it comes to shopping. With my new position here, I imagine I’ll be busy enough in the beginning that I’ll be getting most of my music fix from my iPod. What about you? Are there times of the year that are busier than others?”
“It seems as if it’s always busy since Tina left, but I’m dragging my other sister and brother to participate in the royal appearances more often. I keep nagging Stefan for a vacation, but I think he’s afraid once he lets me off the island, I’ll never return,” she said with a laugh.
“I apologize for my lack of knowledge, but does Chantaine have museums?”
“Two,” Bridget said, not hiding her disapproval. “I’ve tried to talk Stefan into expanding, but he insists that both parliament and the citizens would balk when so many of our people are struggling economically.”
Eve nodded, her mind wandering the way it often seemed to do whenever someone presented her with a problem. “It might go over with everyone better if you could make it a children’s museum,” she mused, and took a sip of her water.
Bridget stared at her for a moment. “That’s a brilliant idea. If you’re this brilliant about everything, it’s no wonder Stefan was so intent on hiring you. You’re right about starting out with a heavy workload, though,” she said sympathetically. “I just remembered there’s a parade in three weeks. The royal horses are featured, ridden by several top leaders and advisers.”
