The Princess's Secret Scandal
"Are you sure she's — ?" Chase Savage broke off, stifling a curse.
A horn honked. Traffic inched slowly forward. He pressed the cell phone against his ear with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel while he negotiated the heavy downtown Silverton traffic.
"Yes, of course." His caller chuckled. "Isn't it obvious?" Though he hated to do so, especially to his boss, as head of the royal publicity department Chase felt he must point out the obvious. "She's avoiding the reporters."
The all-important press. Couldn't live with them, couldn't live without them.
His Grace, Russell Southgate, III, Duke of Carrington, and Chase's employer, made a rude sound. "For now. She's holding out. You know how the game is played. You've dealt with her kind before."
Chase sighed. At the ripe age of twenty-nine, he really had seen it all. There seemed to be an endless supply of royal groupies and hangers-on, all wanting something for nothing. Some craved sex, most sought money or a slight slice of fame. Royal fame. Which he knew could often be a royal pain in the ass.
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