The Prince & The Pregnant Princess (Desert Rogues, No. 6) by Susan Mallery

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Heat instantly flared on her cheeks. She wanted to crawl under the table. “Sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t actually live in Bahania and, well…” Her voice trailed off. Did it matter that she didn’t live here? Her circle of friends had never included an ambassador. “I should have done a better job of introducing myself,” he said easily. ” So he knew who she was. Figures. Life could be annoyingly unfair. “So far Zara and I have pretty much talked about the wedding. ” The fact that he had children made her able to put aside her faux pas.

Zara angled toward her. She wore a stylish short-sleeved dress that screamed designer. A large diamond glittered on her left hand. Her always beautiful hair was sleek and shiny—the result of expensive hair treatments and an even more expensive stylist on call. “I’m not calm,” Zara admitted, her large eyes dark and troubled. “I feel weird about it all the time. ” Cleo laughed. ” Zara fingered her gold hoop earrings. “I didn’t set out to be a princess. I just wanted to find my father. He happens to be the king of Bahania.

Was she allowed to be seated when he was standing? she wondered. Life was difficult when all her royal training came from umpteen viewings of the movie The King and I. It’s not as if members of the royal family frequently crowded into her small apartment kitchen. She finally plunked herself down on her chair and passed a plate of scones. The king took a seat, but declined the scones. “Please continue with your breakfast,” Hassan said as he reached for her pot of tea and poured himself a cup. ” She spread jam on her scone.