Matched to a Prince

Home. She never thought she’d see it again. The small ripples in the surface of the water. The wheeling birds. The sky studded with puffy clouds. All of the poetic nuances of the sea bled into her chest, squeezing it, nearly wrenching loose a sob.

“Yeah.” Finn skirted the large couch and squinted at the shoreline visible in the distance. “About two miles off the coast of Delamer. There are, I don’t know, at least four or five different islands in this quadrant. It’s hard to tell from the ground which one we’re on.”

“There can’t be more than a handful of people who own houses on these islands. It would be pretty easy to figure out who kidnapped us.” She shook her head. “We were taken by the dumbest kidnappers ever. They dumped us right in our own backyard.”

“Dumb—or really smart. Who would think to look for us here? We’re both supposed to be in Dallas.”

“Well...good point.”

So if all the search efforts were concentrated on the other side of the Atlantic, they were going to have to rescue themselves.

“And leaving us on an island means they don’t have to stick around,” she said. “Very difficult for us to escape. I assume they took both our cell phones.”

He nodded. “And I’m sure the kidnappers did a full sweep to remove all devices with access to the outside world.”

Gingerly, he gripped the handle of the sliding door and pulled. It slid open, and the swift Mediterranean breeze doused her with its unique marine-life-drenched tang.

Goodness how she’d missed it.

She followed Finn outside onto the covered flagstone patio, set with wicker outdoor furniture around a brick fire pit. The cry of gulls overhead was like hearing a favorite song for the first time in ages. There were worse places to be held captive than in a cliff-side villa in the south of France during early summer.

But they were still captives.

Finn gripped the wrought iron railing surrounding the patio and peered down the cliff to the rocky shore below. “The slip is empty.”

Sure enough, the dock was boat-free. “Maybe there’s a kayak or something in storage that the kidnappers forgot about.”

“We should definitely check around. I’m still not convinced we’re alone.” Finn grimaced. “Why would they leave us unsupervised in what’s essentially a vacation spot? None of this makes any sense.”

“Kidnapping as a whole doesn’t make any sense. How is kidnapping you, and by extension me, going to achieve changes in the king’s policies?”

Even in the midst of her lowest point of grief over Bernard’s death, she’d have never willingly put another human in harm’s way to promote her political agenda.