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then brought them back up to her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lightly and carefully on the lips, then sat up, pulling Rayne with him.
    “You’re gonna be the death of me. I can’t make out with you in a pew in Westminster Abbey. I might be insane, but even I’m not willing to push my luck that far. Too many ghosts looking over my shoulder give me the willies. Come on, Buckingham Palace isn’t too far from here. It’s where Princess Diana, and Katherine and William, had their very public wedding day kisses. I figure you being the romantic you are, you would be interested in that, right?”
    Ghost knew he’d made the right choice when Rayne’s eyes lit up and she said breathlessly, “Really? You’ll take me there?”
    “Come on, Princess. Let’s go look at a balcony.”

Chapter Five
    G host smiled over at Rayne as the royal guards did their thing. The rain had stopped for the moment, but the clouds still hung low in the sky, a foreshadowing of the storm that was sure to return. It might not be raining, but the humidity in the air created a light mist, which he knew could turn into a downpour any second. But it was as if the weather knew Rayne really wanted to see the changing of the guards and the balcony where the British Royals paraded themselves when the world demanded and expected it of them.
    “They do this every day?” Rayne asked breathlessly, not taking her eyes off the spectacle in front of them.
    Ghost smiled. He’d been smiling like a fool all day, but didn’t give a shit. Rayne made him happy. She saw the world through such a fresh lens. He would’ve thought no one could be that…clean, if he wasn’t seeing it with his own two eyes. Fletch and the others on the team would give him no end of shit for the goofy-ass grin that had been on his face since he’d been in Rayne’s presence. “Yeah, Princess. They do this every day.”
    She wrinkled her nose in the cute way she had. “But it’s so…ostentatious.”
    Ghost busted out with a short laugh. “It might be ostentatious, but it’s tradition. And the Brits are big on tradition.” He loved how Rayne wasn’t afraid to say what she was thinking. She hadn’t held back with any of her thoughts throughout the day. She’d complained, loudly, that the tiles were wet in Westminster Abby and someone was going to fall and crack their head open, And while blood on the floor of the church was probably not a new thing for the centuries-old building, it probably wasn’t a good idea in today’s day and age of sue-happy tourists. Ghost had noticed that not long after Rayne’s vocal observation, someone had brought out a carpet and unrolled it in front of the doors and placed a “wet floor” sign nearby.
    “I get that it’s something they’ve always done,” Rayne continued, “but can’t they do something else to keep up the tradition? I mean, the soldiers have to get sick of all the pomp and circumstance, and it’s a traffic hazard. They have to stop the cars every time they change the guards. It’s crazy.”
    Ghost held back his laugh and tried to change the subject. “So is the balcony everything you imagined it to be?” He expected an immediate affirmative answer, but as she was wont to do, Rayne surprised him.
    She tilted her head and gazed up at the empty balcony on the other side of a large fountain in the middle of a roundabout. They were standing on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the huge wrought iron gates surrounding the palace. Ghost had tried to get her to get closer to the gates themselves, but she said she’d rather stand across the street so she could take it all in.
    “Do you think they’re in the palace now, looking out at us standing here and at the people walking by, wishing they had more normal lives? I mean, I’m here thinking how awesome it would be to be married to a prince, to live inside the palace and be waited on hand and foot, but as you so eloquently pointed out earlier today, the world isn’t