Page 35 of The Prince's Matchmaker

Epilogue

Edward Bisson had chased down numerous stories in his career as a reporter. He'd exposed secrets and scandals. During the last two years, he'd been working for the American media as a foreign correspondent in the Middle East. He'd faced down bullets and once nearly been blown up by an IED.

So his current assignment should be a breeze. Go undercover as a cowboy. Work on a ranch while he tried to get close to a European princess and then expose her.

But this assignment might just be the most important he'd ever done.

Because Princess Tirith of Glorvaird had ruined his brother's life. She'd nearly killed his niece. Peyton had recovered partially, but the brain damage she'd suffered meant the bright little girl she'd once been would never be the same. The royal family might've footed all the medical bills, but his brother was a single father who now had to devote his whole life to taking care of Peyton.

And the princess had never faced one iota of punishment for what she'd done. Because the royal family had kept things so hush hush.

Even Edward hadn't known about her involvement in Peyton's accident until he'd accidentally uncovered some paperwork in his brother's messy office. There'd been a nondisclosure agreement signed by his brother. Carrick couldn't say anything to anyone—even his own brother—or the palace would pull funding for Peyton's ongoing care.

So Edward wasn't supposed to know about the accident or the cover-up. But that hadn’t stopped him from snooping through the other paperwork in his brother's office. He'd managed to get some information from an aide at the hospital where Peyton had been treated.

Apparently, the princess had visited once or twice—as if that made up for what she'd done to his family.

Edward was angry. Furious that this had happened and that she hadn't paid.

Someone like her, someone who could damage a family and walk away scot-free, without a care in the world, deserved to pay. Someone like her had to have more dirt in the past. All he had to do was find it. Expose it.

Thus, the undercover assignment he'd given himself.

He sat on a dusty road outside some podunk town in Texas, gearing up for his entrance. Humble cowboy, down on his luck. Needed a job.

The princess was here for an extended visit with her father and to make some appearances for the family's charitable foundation. The public schedule on the royal family's website said she'd be here for six weeks.

This was his chance. Six weeks was plenty of time for revenge.