Twisted-Games

coldly. “Don’t understand why you’re telling me all this.”
Andreas’s smile made my guard shoot straight up. “An American
contractor who moved to another country so he can be the princess’s
permanent bodyguard? I think you do.” He turned, but before he left, he
added, “Thank you for indulging me, Mr. Larsen. It’s been quite an
enlightening conversation.”
Bridget was right. He was a satanic little turd, not to mention a dangerous
one. If he didn’t know about Bridget and me, he at least suspected I had
feelings for her.
I shut the door with a slam.
Was Andreas the one who’d snooped through the guesthouse? I couldn’t
think of a good reason why he’d do that unless he’d hoped to find something
incriminating about Bridget, in which case he was shit out of luck.
What was the penalty for punching a prince in the face? Whatever it was,
it might be worth it.
My phone rang, and I answered it without glancing at the caller ID.
“What?” I barked. It was probably Christian again, calling to throw me
deeper into a shitty mood.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Bridget’s amused voice flowed over the
line.
My muscles relaxed, and I blew out a breath. “Thought you were
someone else, princess.” I leaned against the wall. “Aren’t you supposed to
be at the bridesmaid thing?”
“Yes. I snuck into the bathroom. I can’t talk for long, but the wedding’s
tomorrow and…” Bridget’s voice lowered. “I miss you.”
We saw each other every day, but I knew what she meant. I missed the
moments that belonged only to us.
“I miss you too, princess.” I smiled a real smile this time. “Any chance I
can convince you to sneak out the bathroom window so we can end the night
with a bang? So to speak.”
She snorted out a laugh, which she cut off halfway with a gasp.
I broke into a laugh of my own. “Did you just snort?”
“No.”
“Not very princess-like of you.”
“I did not snort.” I could practically see her face glowing red on the other
end of the line. She was so fucking adorable. “Anyway, I can’t sneak out the
window. We’re on the third floor.”