Page 59 of The Problem with Princes
I turn back to look at him. “If it’s that big of a deal to you.”
He smiles down at me and holds up his finger with my hair wrapped around it. “It’s a big deal.”
I point to the screen. “Are you ready to watch now?” My voice is quiet.
He answers me by pressing a button on the remote.Spiderman: Far from Homestarts playing.
His fingers continue to comb through my hair.
I’m not paying attention to the movie I requested. I’m too busy analyzing everything he has just said and done, trying to decide what it all means.
I wonder how long until Texie is out of court.
* * *
I wakeup in my bed with vague recollections of Ty helping me to my room and kissing me goodnight at the door. But I can’t remember at what point in the movie I fell asleep—again.Ugh. It’s so weird because I never fall asleep in movies. But he’ll never know that, because he’ll never ask me to watch another movie with him.
A knock sounds at my door and a maid pushes in. “Good morning, Miss Martindale. I hope you slept well.” She speaks to me in Greek. Either she was informed that she need not use English. Or she doesn’t even know it.
I nod as she sets a tray on the table.
“His Highness, Prince Tyrone asked me to bring you hot chocolate and the schedule for the day.” She sets to work pouring the chocolate into a teacup.
“I have a schedule?”Why on earth would I have a schedule. I’m only here for two days.
She nods. “Would you like me to draw you a bath?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m good. I think I’ll just shower.”
The maid putters around my room, picking up my discarded socks from last night and tucking them into a bag. “I will see these are laundered and returned to you this afternoon.”
“You really don’t have to do that. If you just show me where the laundry is, I can do my own wash.”
She turns toward me. “Do you have other clothes in need of laundering? I can see to them all.”
I stare at her. She wants to do my laundry? I think not.
“This is my job, Miss Martindale. I am happy to do it.”
It feels weird to have a stranger do my laundry. I’ve been doing it myself since I was twelve.
Thankfully, I’m saved from further laundry debate because Ty knocks on the open door and steps inside.
“I see your chocolate has been delivered. I hoped you might join me for breakfast?”
I push the covers back, seeing I’m still in the clothes I wore last night to the movie. “Sure. Is it okay if I shower first?”
Tyrone is already dressed for the day, in slacks and a button-down shirt. He looks every bit the Prince I have seen in newspapers for years.
I look at the clock. It’s only seven? He must be an early riser.
He grimaces. “No. Can you shower after? My first meeting is at eight-thirty. You can get ready while I’m there.” He walks over and points to the paper on the tray. “I guess you haven’t looked over the schedule?”
I shake my head. “I was busy debating with the maid about my abilities to do my own laundry.” I lower my voice, in case my earlier assumption that she doesn’t speak English is wrong. “Can you tell her she doesn’t need to do my wash?”
“But that’s her job,” Ty whispers back.
“Sander is ready for you to start going over the footage. I have meetings most of the morning,” he glances at his watch and raises his brows. “But my afternoon is completely free. I thought we could do some climbing.”
