![]() The man she tilted her head up to look at was indeed tall but he had no spare pounds. Chapter ThreeįOR some reason Eva had been expecting the Prince to in some way resemble the royal male relatives of her new family-well, he was both male and royal-who were squarely built men whose height enabled them to carry the extra pounds that most did indeed carry. Actually pretty much everything she had, including her ability to think-correction, especially her ability to think-froze. The tall figure who had been standing with his back to the door turned and Eva’s vocal cords froze. Pleased with the line, she closed her eyes before pinning a combative smile on her face and checking the towelling robe was covering everything it ought. ![]() Sucking in a deep sustaining breath, she really couldn’t wait to explain that she only gave a man one chance and he’d blown his. For sheer, mind-numbing vanity, this man really did take the cake. In his world did women wait patiently? Eva’s temper fizzed. Surely the damned Prince wouldn’t have the cheek to think she’d still be dutifully waiting until he deigned to show up? Her eyes narrowed wrathfully at the idea as she reached up and slid the bolt on the door. Mid-mental rant, she came to an abrupt halt when she saw the shadow of a large figure through the frosted glass of the door.
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