across the room, but Anna paused and said, “No, she won’t be joining us, I’m afraid. She wrangled one of the drivers into taking her into the city.” Then she was off.
Curiously, disappointment threaded through him. Sighing, he considered his options. Stay and make polite conversation or excuse himself and return to his suite. Chances were, no one would notice his absence.
“George.” Kate’s greeting drew him out of his internal rumination. Richard Prentiss’ wife and a retired bodyguard, Kate was one of the few ‘family’ members who didn’t look at him as if he were a disappointment.
“Katherine.” He smiled and kissed her hand by way of greeting before shaking Richard’s offered palm. “Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a moment?”
“Not at all. Just be sure and return him in the same condition you got him in.” She strolled away and Anna greeted her with a quick hug.
“Made a decision, have you?” Richard’s frankness was one of his more admirable qualities.
“I have. Will you be making the arrangements?” Confirming his plans didn’t sound so dire after all, and his mood lifted.
“Absolutely. Where to?”
His response was immediate. “New York.”
“Do you want to choose your classes?”
“I thought Armand had already dictated what I need to take.”
Richard accepted a glass of wine from the footman and waited for the man to move away before responding. “He did, but so long as you willingly take a full course load, he’s persuadable regarding the classes.”
“Let me check the catalog. I’ll have my preferred list to you tomorrow.” Worth an attempt, wasn’t it?
“Well, well.” Richard’s slow deliberate tone lacked rancor. “Maybe the brat prince has decided to grow up.”
“Debatable, Mr. Prentiss. However, I am open to…further explorations.”
Chuckling, the attorney nodded. “I have faith in you, kid.”
Odd. The nickname gave his confidence a boost that sustained him throughout the rest of the cocktail hour and nearly made up for Penny’s absence.
Nearly.
Chapter 2
A fter letting herself into her apartment, Penny dragged her suitcase and carryon through the door. Fortunately, her plane managed to land before the snowstorm kicked off. The fat heavy flakes falling outside would turn city into a snow globe in no time. “Honey,” she called out as she stripped off her gloves and hat to drop them on her bags. “I’m home!”
“Baby!” The squeal echoed from the back of the apartment. “You made it!” Seconds later, Mallory Ward raced out, sliding across the wood floor in her footie pajamas to sweep Penny into a hug. Best friends since kindergarten, they had been roommates since transplanting to New York. Both from Kansas, both from large families, and both determined to make it in their chosen profession, they made a perfect match.
“I did!” She laughed, returning the affectionate squeeze. “I did have a gloomy moment when they said the snowstorm headed in this direction, but I talked Anna into letting me move my flight up So I flew commercial and came home early.” Avoiding the royal kerfluffle and tension pie between Armand and his youngest brother had nothing to do with it. Penny’s brother-in-law made intense seem tame.
“Fantastic. I ordered pizza. It should be here in a few. You have time to shower and then dish. Tell me all about Zurich…”
“St. Moritz,” Penny corrected and let Mallory grab one of her suitcases while she took the overnight bag. Together, they hauled them through the fifteen hundred square foot apartment—two bedrooms, one bathroom, studio space along with a kitchenette—they called home.
“Oh, whatever, Regina Rich. Tell me about spending the holidays with royalty! ” The emphasis on the last word made Penny laugh again.
“It was actually kind of boring. Almost like being in Kansas. You know, except for the lack of cows and corn.” She stripped and stuffed her clothes into the dirty hamper.