Nevada wasn't that much different from New Mexico, she kept telling herself over and over. And then Gabriella had gotten out of the helicopter with Henry and the bright lights seemed everywhere. Suddenly, she felt very small compared to Henry, and also to the blonde woman who was obviously flirting with him.
Would she ever get rid of blondes trying to steal her boyfriend away? Probably not.
Gabriella hooked her arm into his, though, just to be sure. "I don't know." She was underage for most of the fun things, anyway. "You could show me around, I guess? Your studio? Your place? I don't..." She flailed a little bit.
He was the former king of England and he'd killed two of his wives. And he was her boyfriend. But he promised he wouldn't do that to her. Trying to shake it off, she asked, "You're not going to try and get me pregnant because of some heir needed, right?"