“Do what?”

“Was this Seb’s idea? Is Seb a historian? Did Seb find the documents you’re using to bring this place to life?” She snorted. “You are so full of shit.”

He blinked, startled by her outburst, and, after a beat, laughed incredulously.

“What? Has no one ever told you you’re full of shit?”

“Certainly not someone who is going to—I hope—sleep with me later today.”

“Well, this place is yours. It’s just like you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s stylish and—”

“It’s not stylish. At the moment, it’s merely a bunch of rock.”

“But you can tell it’s going to be stylish.”

He shot her a self-satisfied smile. “Ah, yes. Do go on.”

“I was going to say it’s stylish and slyly smart—the smart part sneaks up on you, which is a pretty good way to organize a museum, it seems to me. But I don’t know. I might have to take it back. I don’t want you to get a big head.”

“Would this be an inopportune time for me to mention that I have procured some condoms? Two of them, to be precise.”

“Two of them?”

“You wanted more?”

“That seems like an oddly specific number. Do they usually come in twos in Europe?”

“They do when you’re begging for a handout from your younger brother, who is so busy banging the head of palace security, he isn’t sure how many he can spare.”

Good for Sebastien. “In this scenario, how does the head of palace security find time to, I don’t know, actually secure the palace?”

“Apparently even heads of palace security get holidays. They’re going to Athens for a week and then on to some remote Greek island I’ve never heard of for another.”

“So everyone is on a sex holiday.”

He burst out laughing. “I do intend to go to a store, mind you, and procure a proper box. I just haven’t had a moment yet, so I prevailed upon my brother before we left this morning.”

It was true. They’d left the palace at the crack of dawn and aside from their thirty-second make-out at the hotel, they hadn’t been alone since.

“What are we doing after this?” She looked around for Leo and Marie.

“Marie is suggesting lunch, then there’s this tower from the Middle Ages she wants to climb.”

“Is there any way we can . . . not do that?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Apparently the views are phenomenal.”

Dani grinned, thinking back to her early meetings with Max, when he would jokingly try to get in her pants. Time to turn the tables—except this time they both knew it wasn’t actually a joke. She attempted her best leer and said, “I can think of a view I’d rather see.”

He clapped his hands and shouted, “Marie! Leo! Time to go!”