As another day passed and the countdown to the royal wedding continued, Christina wanted nothing more than to help Richard find another woman to marry. Someone who was a more suitable candidate. Someone the opposite of her. She could not and would not be his wife, ring or no ring, so there. So what if her lips still burned from his kiss?
That only made her angry. Angry at him, angry at herself.
He wasn’t the kind of man she wanted to fall in love with and marry, which was why her reaction—practically a betrayal—to him had left her unsettled and even more desperate to get out of their so-called engagement. The more time she spent with him, the less clear the future she wanted became. But she needed to remain focused. A cowboy, not a prince. A ranch or farm, not a castle.
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