”A smirk quirked Amelia’s mouth. “No worries, your majesty. I understand.” Her gaze shifted to the prince. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, P...ince Harim. These are my friends Jonas and Harper.”Harim nodded but made no further acknowledgment, settling back into his chair.Kamarrah sighed. “Better.”Movement at the back of the hall caught Amelia’s attention. Servants carrying platters filed in, a heady mix of sweet and savory aromas preceding them. Amelia’s stomach grumbled. They didn’t eat more than. It was fact, pure and simple, and he knew it, felt it. They loved each other and that could never be changed by outside elements.Yes, he had vented his male energies, again, with Nancy Pace just that morning, before leaving, but that would stop as soon as he and Dez had begun making sweet, beautiful love again. Of course, it wasn't her fault that they weren't having sex every night. It was his reaction to her giving herself to the wild dog Lobo, with the sole purpose of saving his life. Truly,. “But where are you going with this?”“I figure that if you are going to cater, would you be willing to play Santa?” the man asks, then adds, “Of course, if your wife is willing to be Mrs. Claus.”A sly smile creeps up on Chance’s face. In his mind he can see all the possibilities that could come out of an opportunity like this. “I don’t think that would be a problem. I mean what’s a Christmas party without Santa? And what’s Santa without the misses?”“I’ll have my secretary call and set it all up. It wasn't oneof those short ones that just fasten around the waist, either. This onewas a full apron that went over my head, and was secured behind with twowide bands that Mrs Thomson tied in a large bow at the back. Myembarrassment was getting worse every moment, because once the washingup was finished I'd hoped she'd undo that soppy apron - but no.Apparently it was to stay on, and I couldn't reach behind my back toundo the tight bows."Petula, darling - you really look such a sweetie in that.