The Prince Next Door. Sue Civil-Brown
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“I can’t believe I’m actually proposing to commit a felony in order to prove I’m not a prince.”
“It does sound weird,” Serena admitted.
“It’s the stuff of comic opera. Ordinary man on the street is suddenly informed he’s a prince. He quite naturally denies it. Then his mother informs him she has been kidnapped, and a dubious figure from the local consulate of the country involved confirms it. Ordinary-man-slash-prince knows better. Neither is he a prince, nor has his conniving mother really been kidnapped. But in order to save this flyspeck of a country buried in the Pyrenees, said ordinary man must now break in to a museum to discover who the real prince is.”
“If I were an editor, I’m not sure I’d buy the book.” Serena was laughing silently, her eyes dancing.
Darius laughed with her, aloud. “This is sheer insanity.”
“I know it is. But I love insanity.”
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The Prince Next Door
Sue Civil-Brown
ALSO BY SUE CIVIL-BROWN
BREAKING ALL THE RULES
NEXT STOP, PARADISE
TEMPTING MR. WRIGHT
CATCHING KELLY
CHASING RAINBOW
LETTING LOOSE
CARRIED AWAY
HURRICANE HANNAH
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
MARIA TERESA MAXWELL believed in God. That He existed was beyond question. Still, it would be nice if He would listen when she told Him what to do. Instead, like her late husband and her son, God insisted on making up His own mind. Men, she thought with a huff of impatience.
Worse, her late husband, her son and God all seemed to have something else in common. They had absolutely no sense of humor or adventure. Okay, God must have a sense of humor, but He certainly kept it well hidden. And as for young Darius, well, if he ever blew the universe a raspberry, she hadn’t seen it.
That simply had to change. The boy was entirely too stable and solid. Stable and solid were good to a point, but a man was never going to attract a good woman, the kind of woman who would melt his butter for life, without at least a little bit of the wild side. His father had had one, after all; and bless his dear departed soul if he had hidden it too often, but when he had let it out, oh my, her world had rocked!
She smiled at the memory. The elder Darius had lit up her life for forty-one years. And while God had taken him far too soon, she had come to accept that he was now safely among the celestial beings, which made him fair game.
“So, Darius, it’s time to get your sainted butt in gear and talk to His Omnipotence. It would be nice if you and He could get little Darius off his bubble. Soon. I’ve never prayed for patience, and I don’t especially want to learn it. So now would be nice.”
But she didn’t really expect Him or him to do anything. After all, what influence did a poor shepherd’s daughter