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Quinn stood at the podium in front of a

sea of reporters, cameras rolling, with a

patience she couldn’t believe he possessed.

But the Playboy Prince wasn’t smiling. Not joking. Not

charming them into letting him get away with murder

“Today I want to speak to you about my wife, Dr. Anais Hayes—or, as she’s been known since returning to Corrachlean, Dr. Anna Kincaid.”

Her anxiety beast reared up in her belly and started

chewing.

“Oh, sweet mercy, don’t do this, Quinn,” Anais

whispered.

“What’s he doing?” her mom asked, the question also

whispered.

“We’ve never had a divorce, and we’re not going to have

one now. I’m asking you to give us the space we need

to fit our lives back together. I’ll do whatever I need to

protect her. I came home to fulfill my duty to my family,

and she is my family, so I’m starting with my wife. If we

have to leave Corrachlean to have any kind of peace

together, to have the family we were always meant to

have, we’ll leave. I don’t want that to happen.”

“Did he just threaten to abdicate?” her mom asked.

“He’s not going to be King...” Anais murmured, even

though she’d heard his intention clearly. “He can’t

abdicate, but I think maybe he’s threatened to renounce his title.”

Why in the name of heaven would he do that?

He seemed done talking, and once again stood stoically

for the cameras, waiting.

Then the questions began...