That seemed like a winner to me. I nodded.
“No need,” Shep said, reaching over to cover my hand and squeeze. “We know what we want, and we don’t want to wait.”
Oh hell yes.
“Okay,” Ryan said, a huge smile hitting his lips. “I’ll, um, get it over to you this afternoon. Have a good day.”
“Oh, we plan to,” Shep said as he closed the window, instructed our driver to take the long way back, then proceeded to show meexactlywhat he wanted.
33
SHEP
4 Months Later
IF SOMEONE HAD told me on the day of Prince Jean’s wedding months ago that I’d be standing in the palace gardens of Monaco in a tux having just gotten married—again—to the most handsome, infuriating prince on the planet, I would’ve assumed they’d been hit in the head one too many times.
But there I was.With Theo’s hand in mine and him smiling at me like he planned to keep me for the next sixty years.
God, he was beautiful. And all mine.
“Well, that wasn’t too terrible,” he said. “Only five hundred pairs of eyes on us and a few hundred mil at home. No big deal.”
I chuckled and brought our joined hands up to my mouth, pressing a kiss across his knuckles. “At least the reception’s not televised. I can’t imagine you’ll be keeping your hands to yourself once the drinks start flowing.”
“Who needs alcohol?” Theo tugged me in close and wrapped his arms around my waist, his mouth so tempting as it brushedagainst mine. “I can touch my husband anytime I want. Who’s gonna stop me?”
As his hands crept lower, curving over my ass, I groaned and reached behind me to stop him—reluctantly.
“Oh, come on,” he murmured against my lips. “Remember what a good time we had at the last wedding party here?”
How could I forget? Theo had practically forced my hand by getting me into the closet and being such a persistent, provoking ass.
On second thought, that did sound like more fun than having to entertain the masses once we were introduced.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re trouble?”
He grinned and nipped at my lips. “Every day of my life.”
“All right, we’re introducing you two in—” Amaya stopped in her tracks as she rounded one of the immaculate hedges and caught sight of us. “Am I interrupting?”
“Yes,” Theo said. “Go away.”
She rolled her eyes and continued toward us, her ever-present tablet in hand. She scrolled down her checklist and spoke into the small microphone she wore on her lapel. “Bonnie and Clyde located. We can start with the intros.”
“What? Which one of us is Bonnie?” I said, frowning until Theo squeezed my ass.
“It could be worse. We could be”—he paused for dramatic effect—“Twiddlebrats.”
I busted out a laugh at that, not only because thatwouldbe worse, but because Twiddlebrat and Twiddlesweet were actually here with King.
Amaya made a few taps on her screen. “I have no problem calling you Twiddle?—”
“Bonnie and Clyde is fine,” I said quickly, and though she kept her gaze on her tablet, her mouth quirked.
I heard the announcer begin to instruct everyone to turn their attention toward where we’d be making our entrance into the party, and I let go of Theo only long enough to straighten my tux back out.
“Join me in welcoming our men of the evening, Theodore and Shepard Rinaldi!”
