CLARA'S POV
His lips tipped up, and a light twinkle lit his eyes. "My mother was Irish, temper and all. Black hair, blue eyes, and she ruled the world."
"Your father?" Was the former king a good man? Had he been lucky enough to know love from a father, rather than pain? I wanted to know
"A soldier and a diplomat. He was a large man with a bigger laugh." A full smile illuminated his face for a moment. "He worshipped the very air my mother breathed."
Ah. Lucky woman. "So, you've known Jordan through war and peaceful times?"
He gave a short nod.
"And Katherine is his mate?"
He flashed white teeth against tanned skin in an amused grin. "Oh yeah. But neither of them has a clue yet."
I smiled in response. "It's obvious, isn't it?
His gaze warmed on mine. "Always." He held out a hand for me and tugged ne to sit on the big bed. "Close your eyes," he ordered.
