CHAPTER TEN
The spring in Julianna’s step eased the tension in Alejandro’s shoulders. He’d planned her escape from the palace with the precision of a military operation. His efforts had worked. With one foot in the cockpit and the other on the rail, he waited for her to come to him.
She stopped two feet away from the boat. "Your map was spot-on, Alejandro.”
He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue. She might sound like the same elegant princess he’d met yesterday, but she looked nothing like the woman who’d stared down her nose at him, cried in his arms on the beach, and prompted him to rename his cat. The disguise had completely changed her appearance.
No one else was on the path leading up to the cliff. Good. Anyone who ventured here day or night would be trespassing. That was
