Publisher's Synopsis
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER - From the author of The Wish comes a poignant love story about risking everything for a dream-and whether it's possible to leave the past behind.
I woke up on Valentine's Day alone as usual. Princess Jennifer did not like to spend the night with me at her apartment. She went many times a week if she had time in her schedule, but she never wanted the press to see her departing in the morning for appearance's sake.
I was accustomed to it, however. I began seeing her formally at Christmastime and we had almost a month as a couple for me to get accustomed to playing second fiddle to her regal existence.
Saving her and her son, Prince Walter's, life when the terrorists attempted to murder them brought us together. It was the time we spent in a cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin while hiding from the enemy that drew us closer. I fell in love with the real Jen. Not Princess Jennifer.
It was like having two separate girlfriends. One was a lovely, witty, and kind young lady whereas the other was a busy public worker who had to schedule her boyfriend into her calendar. I could love both, but it was not easy.
I got out of bed and proceeded to check on my preparations for the day. I knew I had the whole evening with Jen after five, and she would be visiting a Children's Hospital in the late afternoon, so I scheduled everything around that. I confirmed our dinner reservations at her favorite restaurant, and I verified the flower and candy delivery to her there at the restaurant. She enjoyed the location because they had wonderful cuisine, but also because we could rent a private room to dine in when we were there.
She adored a specific sort of wine the restaurant didn't sell, so I made sure they got it and had it in time for our lunch. I was going to make sure everything was great, and all systems were a go.
I received a text from Jen at midday that indicated she was having a difficult day but was looking forward to our supper. As I predicted, she informed me we would have to meet at the restaurant. I anticipated it since that's how it usually happened. She'd for some reason be delayed and would be late for most of our dates.
I was dressed and booted and sat in the private room of the popular French restaurant at six. I was tempted to buy appetizers so the escargot would be there when she came, but that was futile. I had no clue when she would come. I did have the Sommelier decant the $500 bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
A half-hour after she was expected to arrive, the flowers and sweets were delivered. I went into my breast pocket for my phone and remembered I'd left it in the flat.
"Great!" I stated loudly and our server raced over.
"Everything okay, Sir? Can I get you something?"
"No, Trevor. I left my mobile phone at the flat and she's late. I'm sure she texted me what time she'd come, but I have no way to know."
