The Prince She Never Forgot. Scarlet Wilson
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when they all want a place on this wall?’
She sent a silent prayer upwards. What was the betting they were all gorgeous and female?
He shrugged. ‘I lost them too. I climbed up here to look for them. Then I decided I liked the view.’
She turned to face where he was looking. Of course. A perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. For now it had a row of white lights running up the outside of its edges. The sun had set a few hours ago and it stood out like a beacon in the dark sky.
She’d been so busy fighting her way through the crowd that she hadn’t really had time to stop and take in the sight.
‘Wow. I just remembered why I came here,’ she breathed.
A few people shouldered past beneath them, knocking into her feet, and she wobbled again. His arm rested around her waist to steady her, and he didn’t move it once she’d regained her balance.
‘So, why is an English girl in Paris for New Year’s Eve?’
Why, indeed? She was still asking herself that question. And Mr Gorgeous Mysterious Stranger didn’t really need the whole truth. Maybe just a tiny part.
‘Visiting a boyfriend?’ he added.
It was a loaded question. Was he really testing to see if she was taken?
She sucked in a deep breath and tried not to let the idiot smile that was whooping and dancing around in her brain actually appear. ‘My flatmate Polly persuaded me it was time to try something new. We usually spend every New Year’s in London. We did try a Scottish lodge once, but that was a disaster. Snowed in with no power and no booze.’
He was laughing at her now.
She held out her hands. ‘What girl would say no to Paris on New Year’s? This place is just amazing...’ Her voice tailed off. ‘And, to be honest, I’m not sorry to see this year go.’
‘You’ve had a bad year?’
‘Somewhere between a wrecking ball and a demolition derby.’
She could almost see his brain trying to make sense of her words.
‘Ahh. You sound sad. But surely not everything about this year can have been bad?’
Perfect. Her own Pollyanna.
He was right. Of course he was right. She’d just needed someone to remind her.
She gave a little nod. ‘Of course not. There have been a few good things. I qualified this year.’
‘As what?’
‘A speech and language therapist.’
‘Well, that sounds great. Congratulations.’
She nodded. ‘Yeah. Yes, it is.’
Three years doing a course she’d absolutely loved. Her placements had been fabulous, letting her practice all her skills and making her realise exactly what she wanted to do.
‘So why aren’t you jumping for joy? You’ll get to do the job that you want. Some people would give anything for that.’
His voice sounded a little wistful.
Wow. She must sound an ungrateful misery-guts. But there was something easy about talking to a perfect stranger. Someone who didn’t know all the people or personalities involved. Someone completely independent.
‘I should be. I know. It’s just that I really, really wanted to work in one area. I did two training stints there, but by the time I’d qualified there was only one job and they gave it to someone with more experience.’ She shrugged. It still stung. She’d had her heart set on working there.
‘Where was it?’
‘In London. A specialist speech and language unit attached to the biggest children’s hospital. I loved it there. The staff were really special and the kids...they just made my heart melt.’
‘What kind of things did you do there?’
He seemed genuinely interested.
‘I worked with children with specific language impairment and language disorders. Those kids made progress every day.’ She held up her finger and thumb. ‘Even if it was just in the tiniest way.’ She smiled again, caught up in the memories. ‘I even worked with children with hearing problems. Seeing the look on their faces when they got a cochlear implant and heard for the first time...’ She shook her head. ‘It was magical. It was exactly what I wanted to do.’ She lifted her eyes to meet his. ‘These things stay with you for ever.’
He was looking at her with such intensity, such sincerity, that it took her breath away. Here, in a city with over two million people, he was looking only at her.
She couldn’t imagine how she’d done it, but she seemed to have completely captured his attention—just as he’d captured hers.
His voice was low and deep. ‘So you don’t have a job now?’
Even the timbre of his voice sent butterflies along her skin. Those two glasses of wine earlier seemed to have finally hit her system. Any minute now she was going to have to find some food before her brain was truly addled. No guy could have this kind of effect on a girl? Not in real life anyway.
She shook her head in an attempt to find some clear thoughts. ‘I do. And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I’ve got a job at a stroke unit, working with patients who’ve suffered a stroke and are having trouble with speech.’
He kept smiling at her—one minute looking serious, the next as if she amused him. Those teeth were perfect. Too perfect. He must be a model. He probably advertised toothpaste.
He raised his eyebrows. ‘But that sounds just as important as the other job.’
Clear, rational thought. Easy when you didn’t dream about the place where you wanted to work every night.
She cringed. ‘I know. I know. I don’t mean to sound like that. I’m lucky to have a job. Not everyone on my course got one. And once I get there I know that’ll love it.’ She gave a sad smile. ‘It’s just not what I’d hoped for, that’s all.’
She heard him suck in a deep breath. ‘We don’t always get what we hope for, Ruby.’
His voice was serious. It made her curious.
He couldn’t possibly have any idea of the kind of thoughts that were circulating in her head right now. Her imagination was running riot. Handsome mysterious Frenchman. Gorgeous, smelling good enough to eat. Polly wouldn’t believe a word of this. Any minute now someone would pinch her and she’d wake up.
Time to get back to reality. Time to get a little nosey.
‘So, Alex. What do you do? Do you work around here?’
He shook his head. ‘I’m like you—just visiting for New Year. I’m in business. Boring things. Investment banking.’
Smash. The first dream broken. Not a model. But what interested her most was how he’d described his job. This guy gave very little away.
‘Why do you do it if it’s boring?’
‘Because I’m expected to. It’s a job.’
Another tell-nothing answer. The less he said, the more she was curious.
His phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket and frowned.
‘Is it your friends? Are they looking for you?’ She looked through the crowd, expecting to see a bunch of Amazonian blondes charging in to steal their prize back.
He shook his head. ‘Nothing like that.’ He stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
Ruby bent forward and peered into the crowd below. ‘I dropped my phone. It’s probably smashed to smithereens.’
‘Smithereens?