Adrienne and Gordon slept for several hours, limbs tangled together, until the ringing of a cell phone woke them both. He dove out of bed to answer and caught it just before it would’ve gone to voice mail. After a short conversation, he hung up and looked at Adrienne. “We need to go. Now. Check the closet for something that should fit you and be easy to move in. Pants and dark colors would be best.” Adrienne nodded, surprised at how quickly she was ready to obey his words. And that’s when she knew she was in too deep.
She dressed to his specifications and met him in the living room moments later her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a no nonsense braid. Gordon gave her a once over before grabbing her for one last thorough kiss and they left hastily, rushing to the car and driving away. “Are you going to tell me what all that was about?” “It’s safer for you if you don’t know.” Adrienne frowned at his remark, but tried to take it in stride. After all, despite her hatred of him just doing his job to get her home, he was good at it. And he was even better in bed. She wondered what would happen if she just refused to return to her duties as a royal and vanished with Gordon. She was pretty certain that this man she knew so little about could probably pull it off.
“Gordon, I don’t want to go back and I don’t think you like the idea of taking me back against my will. I’m a grown woman and I can’t be forced into a role that I don’t want, a life I refuse to live. I never wanted to be in the spotlight. That’s why I ran away. Can’t you see that?” He gave a heavy sigh as they reached the small private airfield that would take them home. “I know Adrienne, I can see it. But I have a job to do and so do you. It’s time that you face those responsibilities head on. If you have to do it, make it so you can do it your way.” And he parked the car, coming around to open her door as he changed in an instant from the lover she’d held the night before to man doing his job. “Please Gordon, don’t do this to me.” Tears began to stream down Adrienne’s cheeks and she shook her head impatiently. “On the plane, Princess. Let’s go.” His voice was rougher than usual and she looked at him searching his face. What she saw there only made her cry harder.
As they ran for the plane, shots rang out, the bullets zipping through the air. Gordon took Adrienne to the ground with him, his body shielding hers from the onslaught that he’d never anticipated. Apparently this Liam fellow was going to be more of a problem that he though. Drawing his own weapon he looked around and spotted the man himself sitting in a car, revving the engine. He appeared to have decided that if he couldn’t have Adrienne then neither could anyone else. Gordon doubted that he knew who she really was; that her name wasn’t Melissa James, that her natural hair color was a gorgeous mahogany, or that she was far, far more than just another face that no one would miss. He murmured in her ear. “When I move I want you to get up and make a zigzag run for the plane. Don’t stop until you’re on board. Got it?” Unable to help herself she cheekily replied, “Yes, Sir,” in that same tone she’d used before and Gordon groaned softly. “Don’t do that. Now are you ready?” She nodded, more serious now and as Gordon rolled to the left she bounced from the ground and into a dead sprint knowing her life might depend on it. More bullets zinging around her as she ran and she understood why Gordon had specified she not run in a straight line. As it was she felt something nearly graze her arm as she ran.
Gordon saw Liam swear and try to angle the car to chase Adrienne down, but he was too slow for Gordon’s speed with a gun and the shots fired disabled both car and man behind the wheel in an instant. Adrienne heard the shots behind her and only ran harder, finally making the plane. She scrambled aboard and rushed to a window to watch what was happening. She saw Liam slumped over at the wheel of the dead car and smiled grimly. She saw Gordon, standing and scanning the area. It appeared that the gunmen had quickly dispersed at the sight of Liam’s death and he put the gun away heading for the plane and the last part of his duties to return Adrienne to her family. He was sorely wishing that things didn’t have to happen this way. But such was the calling of his life and hers, both so very different. And as he boarded the small plane Adrienne rushed to him for a hug. He brushed her off gently and spoke. “No more Princess. You have your life and I have mine and you know they’ll never mix.” “Damn it Gordon, I don’t want that life. I want things to be simple and uncomplicated and happy.” He sighed. “Me too, Princess, me too. But it’ll never happen. Now buckle in and get ready to go home.”