“I’m a teacher in the real world,” Rand says. “I’m insightful and observant.”
“You don’t have to be insightful and observant to know you don’t have to worry about getting a yellow rose tomorrow.”
Spending time with the men like this lets me really see what they’re like. Do I imagine what it might be like to be in love with them? Of course.
When I was with Tanner, I pictured what our life might be like. I imagined a social life full of parties and friends around his hockey career.
I also realized I would need something more in my life, to compete with Tanner’s love for his sport.
With Rand, I imagine a smaller life. Maybe in Battle Harbour, maybe somewhere else. I’m not opposed to relocating, but I might have an issue making my life smaller to fit into his.
I’ve always imagined a life with Spencer.
As we walk back, I know Rand isn’t going to be the one, but I’ve had fun with him and don’t want to hurt him by telling him that now.
Maybe I could change my mind.
Grayson meets us at the hotel and gives me a minute to say goodnight to Rand before he ushers me to the car for the drive back to Camille’s.
“Good day?” he asks.
“It was a lot of fun,” I tell him, leaning my head against the seat. “Do I get to keep the dress?”
“We could probably arrange it. It does suit you.”
“Thank you for keeping us out of the water. I’d hate to ruin it.”
Grayson laughs. “You saw that episode, did you?”
“Over a million views on YouTube. It’s a classic.”
“That dance with Spencer is going to be up there,” Grayson warns. “How are you feeling with him here?”
“Is this off the record, or for the cameras?”
He gestures to the empty car. “There’s only us here.”
“It’s a little disconcerting,” I admit. “I feel like I’m two people—the person I am in my life, and the person Spencer thinks I am.”
“They’re not the same person?”
“I don’t know. I always got the sense that Spencer—and my brothers—don’t really give me a lot of credit for being capable.”
“I think you’re very capable.”
“I know I’m very capable. Rand said I could take over the world if I wanted to, and he’s right.”
Grayson laughs. “I think you could be very scary, Your Highness.”
“I know I can be.” My smile fades. “But I’m not sure Spencer sees me like that.”
“I’d say that is something you need to find out. Not assume, but find out for sure.”
“I want to give him the next date rose.”
Grayson sighs. “There’s a few weeks to go,” he hedges. “Lots of men left.”
“When you were the Suitor, did you ever wonder that you wouldn’t be able to find someone?” I ask in a soft voice.
