Page 205 of Modern Romance Collection March 2025 (1-4)

It felt dramatic, really. But her experience with him had been…altering. In a way that nothing else ever had been. Ever could be.

And she wanted to keep it for herself. Part of her wanted to keep this for herself. Even though it was foolish. The man needed a hospital. She needed to get back to her life.

But this had been…well, nicer than a plane crash had any right to be.

She moved about their campsite, reinvigorating the fire and getting some snow back on to melt.

Then she heard a sound. Like helicopter rotors in the distance.

“Oh, please be what I think you are.”

The helicopter sound came closer. And closer.

She knew a moment of fear, then one of regret. And then…then she sprang into action.

She ran back into the plane. “Clem. I think they’re coming. I think it’s search and rescue.”

“Perhaps,” he said, his expression stoic.

She chose not to look at him too closely.

She ran back outside, and started waving her hands at the clear sky. There was nothing there yet. But they were coming.

Then she saw one black helicopter. Followed by another. And another.

It was a fleet of helicopters, not military, but shiny and expensive looking.

As one began to descend, she moved, hugging the side of the plane wreckage to stay clear.

The fleet began to lower itself down into the snow.

Her heart was pounding, the relief that was rioting through her so intense she could scarcely stand it.

A man got out of one of the helicopters, wearing a stark, black suit. He had an earpiece in his ear, and something on his lapel. He looked like…Secret Service.

“You there,” he said. “The Prince. Where is he?”

“The… The Prince?”

“Yes. The Prince. Prince Adonis Andreadis. We tracked him to this location. Is he alive?”

Her heart was thundering hard, and she was dizzy. “Yes he’s… Well, he’s inside the plane.”

Stevie Parker had crashed her plane with aprinceon board.

Stevie Parker had lost her virginity, grandly, to aprince.

And that was when it hit her.

Prince Adonis.

Of course.

He was… He was famous. A legendary playboy prince. How had she not recognized him? Of course, she didn’t pour over magazines with his pictures in them, but of course she had seen his face before. It was just that she would’ve never thought…

She had been carrying cargo for a royal wedding.

Adonis hadn’t just been trying to get to a wedding, he had been trying to get tohiswedding.

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