Second Chance With The Rebel: Her Royal Wedding Wish - Plot & Excerpts
Ronan, while obviously enjoying the sunshine and eating with male appetite, seemed pensive, turned in on himself, as anxious not to connect with her as she was to connect with him. “Are you enjoying breakfast?” she asked, craving conversation, curious about this man who had become her protector. He nodded curtly. She realized she was going to have to be more direct! “Tell me about yourself,” she invited. He shot her a look, looked away. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m a soldier. That means my life is ninety-nine percent pure unadulterated boredom.” She supposed you didn’t learn to make a bed like that if you led a life of continuous excitement, but she knew he was fudging the truth. She could tell, from the way he carried himself, from the calm with which he had handled things yesterday that he dealt with danger as comfortably as most men dealt with the reading of the morning paper.
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