Free Expecting Royal Twins! by Melissa McClone

him. He wasn’t a perfect prince, but he wasn’t that bad. “You are exhausted.”
    “Yeah.” She struggled not to yawn. “Though I’m not sure why since I slept most of the flight.”
    “Jet lag. It’s the middle of the night in Charlotte,” he explained. “You need time to adjust. You can rest soon. Though not too long or your body clock will be thrown off even more.”
    “A short nap is all I need.”
    “A short nap you shall have.”
    His grin made her breath catch in her throat. Izzy wouldn’t mind if he tucked her in and kissed her good-night.
    Her foot missed a step. As if in slow motion, she fell backward. Her right hand clutched the railing. Her left hand gripped Niko’s arm. Somehow he caught her before her bottom hit the staircase.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    His strong arms righted her so she was standing upright. “Yes,” she said grateful. “Thanks to you.”
    “Only a few more steps.”
    Thank goodness. Her entire body trembled. Not because of the near fall, but because of Niko. Looks aside, his compelling presence drew her in like a tow truck’s winch. She needed to get away from him.
    As soon as Izzy reached the tarmac, she slid her arm from his. The chauffeur opened the back door. She climbed inside. Leaning back against the leather seat, she stretched out her legs, relieved to be away from Niko.
    He slid into the limousine and sat next to her even though the rest of the seats were empty. Darn the man. Didn’t he understand the concept of personal space?
    His thigh pressed against hers. Not on purpose, she thought. Still her temperature rose.
    The prince might be a hottie, but he was off-limits. He was her husband, but he planned on marrying someone else. His heart wasn’t on the open market. She couldn’t allow herself to be attracted to him.
    Izzy scooted away. She needed something to defuse her growing awareness to him. “Where’s Jovan?”
    “In the front with the driver.” Niko pressed a button and lowered the dark glass separating the back of the limousine from the front. “Jovan is making sure everything will be ready for you to shop today.”
    “I don’t have to go shopping today.”
    “I know you are tired. I wish you could have more time to adjust, but my parents expect you to attend dinner tonight.”
    “Tonight?” Her voice cracked. “That’s, um, nice of them, but dinner isn’t really necessary. I mean, in a few days, we won’t even be married.”
    “Our parents were friends. They orchestrated our wedding,” Niko explained. “You are and always will be a princess of Vernonia and should consider us family.”
    Family.
    Izzy felt a pang in her heart.
    The word family brought up all kinds of strange emotions. Ones she’d tried to ignore while growing up. She’d never had any family except Uncle Frank. “That’s a generous offer, but I feel more like a serf than a royal.”
    “A royal serf,” Niko said. “An oxymoron.”
    “How about a royal waif?” she suggested.
    Laughter danced in his warm eyes. “Serf, waif or princess, you’ll find acceptance here, Isabel.”
    The only people who had ever accepted her were back at Rowdy’s garage, but she appreciated Niko trying to make her feel better. She stifled a yawn.
    “After you rest, you will shop. Someone will help you select and organize the various outfits you’ll need.”
    “Um, thanks.” Izzy didn’t know whether to be offended or grateful he was providing her help. She didn’t care about what was in style or not, but she wasn’t colorblind. “I don’t need a lot.”
    “Most women like having several different outfits.”
    “I’m not like most women.”
    His gaze raked over her. “No, you are not.”
    She didn’t think he intended that to be a compliment, but she wasn’t offended. His words reaffirmed what she already knew. Izzy Poussard wasn’t princess material. She didn’t belong in Vernonia. She needed to take care of business, learn about her family and return home to