It's when we land at the airport that dread begins to build in my belly.

Paris was a fairytale, but reality is intruding fast.

William carries me off the plane and keeps me on his lap in the back of the limousine. I cling to him, inhaling the masculine scent from his neck like a lifeline. I've allowed too much time to pass without telling William the truth. But I have to believe he'll understand. I have to believe that the man he's become will be compassionate and patient. He's not the lord ...