Page 8 of The Prodigal Prince

She stared at him. “Could you repeat that?”

Leaning back in his chair, Maximilian let out a sigh. “I’ve been living outside Trumanville for the last several years. Silas is with me. We’ve been keeping an eye on both of you as best we can. We’ve even bumped into each other a couple of times, but you didn’t recognize me before I made an exit.”

Fiona wanted to know more about these incidents, but there were more pressing issues. “Gray is missing, Maximilian.”

He winced, though he tried to cover it up.

She ignored him. “Why would be in danger? Who would be after you? Or us?”

“It’s a long story, Fi. For now, let’s just say I knew it would be far better for you if no one knew about the connection.”

“Is this why my son is missing?”

Maximilian shook his head. “I don’t think so. I haven’t seen any evidence of anything and neither has Silas. The threat is there, but only if someone knows who you are and who he is. It’s there, but it’s not imminent.”

“Then who did take my son?” Hot tears streaked down her cheeks. “He was there, then he was gone. They haven’t found Tinsley either.”

“Your nanny.”

It wasn’t a question, but Fiona nodded. “She had met a guy. He seemed nice enough, but maybe not? They’re looking for him and his friend now.” It was her turn to slump over the table. “I should have brought security with me. I thought resort security would be enough, and I’m not made of money. We live very comfortably, and I love how much I’m working now and what I’m doing, but...”

The HEA TV movies andSeating 4 Sixpaid well, very well. But not keep security 24/7 well.

The door opened to let the head of security in. This time, he bowed toward Maximilian. “Your Royal Highness, I do apologize for not recognizing you...”

Maximilian interrupted. “Please, call me Mac. There’s no reason for you to have recognized me. Now, what do you know about the disappearance of our son?”

So he went by Mac now. Fiona had a vague recollection of him saying something when they were outside.

Maximilian would have never reacted like that when someone failed to recognize him. Maybe Mac would be different.

“If you would let my assistant in, I can make some phone calls and get you some more help.”

Because he had connections she could only dream about.

She had made one phone call already. Hopefully, it had started a ball rolling.

Commotion in the outer office told her it probably had.

The door to the conference room opened and a man entered. She should probably stand, maybe curtsy, but maybe not. He wasn’t married to her queen. Plus she’d known him forever.

They’d even been romantically linked in the press for a while, though it hadn’t been true.

Mac didn’t stand either, but after a glance, he only stared at his hands.

“Fiona, what can I do?” The man came to her side of the table and reached for her to give her a hug. She stood and let him. “We’ll find him,” her old friend told her. “I promise.”

All she could do was sniffle through the fresh round of tears.

She felt him straighten and knew he’d realized someone else was there.

“Do I know you?” he asked, clearly talking to Mac.

Mac finally stood as Gabe released her.

“I am His Royal Highness Prince Maxmilian of Islas del Sargasso.” Mac paused. “Your brother-in-law.”

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