Jan’s POV
“That Romanian Prince is a major hunk!” Patricia says quietly while we spar together. Like I don’t have eyes!
I see him over there on the treadmill looking at us and smiling a big toothy smile like we are little red riding hood and her grandma, and he’s a hungry wolf wanting to eat us. The idea sends a delightful tingle up and down my spine.
I know that these kings and princes are all coming here for Izzy, but seriously! She can only keep one of them. Why shouldn’t I be allowed to have one of her discards if we like each other?
I have half a mind to go up to him and mention what big teeth he has and offer up my basket of goodies, but then he gets off the treadmill and starts lifting weights. I notice his teeth are not the only big part of this guy. He’s got some m
