“Friends?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m not a general.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Were you in the meeting today?” she asked, some of the lightness coming back to her chest. It was good to talk like this. Sarcasm was good for her soul.
“I was there. I know what I saw.”
“And what did you see, Prince?”
He opened his mouth to answer—and given the irritation written on his face, likely something snarky—but realized his pants were soaking her bed and went to move away.
“Stay,” Solveig said before she could think of all the reasons why that was a bad idea.
“I’m soaked.”
“So am I.”
When the prince tried and failed to stifle a grin, Solveig thought over what she’d said. She punched him in the shoulder, making him wince.
“Ow! That hurt!”
She chuckled. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” he said slyly.
“Yes, because that’s what happens when you enter a female’s bed? Whether she’s dead asleep or screaming out in terror, as soon as she lays eyes on you, her lady bits go all tingly.”
The prince burst out laughing. “Lady bits?”
“I thought it was the kinder term. I didn’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities,” she teased. Westley gestured to himself as if to point out the fact that he was half-naked in her bed.
“I think we’re past delicate, General.”
So she was back to General. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Her conflicting emotions were becoming harder and harder to compartmentalize. Her confusion must’ve shown on her face because he pulled away again.
“I should go.” He got up and was halfway to the door, but Solveig couldn’t let him leave yet.
“What Latham told you about me isn’t the truth.”
Shit.She didn’t think that one through. He whirled, apprehension on his face.
“What do you mean?” he asked carefully.
“I overheard your conversation in the forest with Latham and Trella.”
“Fuck,” was the prince’s reply. “What exactly did you hear? And before you say ‘I heard enough,’ know that when people say that, they automatically lose all credit with me.”
“Oh really? And how much credit do I have with you?”
The prince chuckled. “Oh, you have plenty. Don’t avoid the question. What did you hear?”
“Enough.” He clenched his jaw before she continued. “Why would I tell you all the specifics when it’s so much more fun to leave you guessing?”
“Fine, I’ll rephrase, smartass. What did Latham lie to me about?” Did she imagine the flash of hope that crossed his face?
