A Princess Under The Mistletoe. Leanne Banks

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      “Because we’ve been tricked,” Tabitha added with a scowl. “We made an agreement with our brother, Alex. He told us he would meet us in Chantaine, but he has disappeared.”

      “Oh, I’m so sorry. Do you have any idea where he could be?” Ericka asked.

      Tabitha crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes nearly spitting sparks. “Who knows? He may be roaming the mountains on the border of our country. Or he may be partying in Italy.”

      “Tabitha,” Sasha said in an admonishing voice. “I apologize,” she said to Ericka.

      “I can understand some of your frustrations. I’ve dealt with my share of sibling skirmishes.”

      The assistant returned with tea and snacks and the three women sat down. Although Sasha was hungry, she couldn’t imagine being able to swallow a bite. She did well to sip the tea.

      “It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Chantaine,” Princess Ericka said. “But as you know, we have several conditions for your visit here. These are for both your safety and the safety of our citizens. I’m sure you’ve been told you’ll need to assume different identities. You’re not to reveal your true identity to anyone. Sasha, I know you’re a talented concert pianist, but while you are here, we ask that you not play in public.”

      Sasha nodded, fighting a stab of sadness. Music had always provided her with peace. Even though she’d known that giving up her concert career would be part of the bargain, she couldn’t help the emptiness she felt.

      “You can, however, play in private. We’ll try to make sure you have access to a piano during your stay.”

      “Thank you,” Sasha said. “It would be difficult for me if I couldn’t play at all.”

      “Tabitha, we’re working on finding a position for you within the next few days. In the meantime, the two of you can stay here. However, and this is hard for me to say, you must not appear in public together.”

      Tabitha’s face fell. “Never?”

      “This is not forever,” Ericka reminded her. “This is just during your stay while your country resolves its current turmoil. It’s for your safety. Think about it. If the two of you are seen together, it’s more likely that someone will figure out your true identities.”

      Her heart wrenching at the realization of what would be required of both her sister and herself, Sasha slipped her hand through her sister’s. “We will do what we must, but what do we do about our brother, Alex?”

      Ericka looked at Paul Hamburg expectantly.

      “We’ll make inquiries, but we must tread carefully with the princesses staying in Chantaine. We don’t want to arouse suspicion,” he said.

      “But we have contacts who have contacts,” Ericka said.

      Paul sighed. “Yes, we do.”

      “Then, although I know that you don’t take orders from me, I hope you will give this your best discreet effort.”

      “I will,” he said.

      “Thank you,” she said before turning back to the sisters. “Now let me tell you about Chantaine.”

      Despite the grim situation, Princess Ericka regaled Sasha and Tabitha with tales of Chantaine’s beauty, temperate climate, numerous beaches and kind citizens. Sasha began to relax a tiny bit, or perhaps she’d been tense for so long that her body couldn’t maintain the adrenaline rush any longer.

      “This is a delicate subject, but as I said, you will need to use other identities. Have you thought about what names you’d like to use during your stay here?”

      Tabitha tossed her long, dark hair. “I was thinking Gypsy Rose,” she said.

      Sasha rolled her eyes. “We’ve already discussed this. We need names that won’t draw attention.”

      Tabitha lifted a dark eyebrow and shot her a look of challenge. “All right, Miss Sensible. What have you chosen?”

      “Sara,” Sasha said. “Sara Smith. I chose a first name with the same letter as my real name, and one that sounds similar, so I’ll have a better chance of answering to it. Can you top that for ordinary?”

      Tabitha sets her lips in a pout that had been known to make a hundred men race to do her bidding. Sasha could tell that she’d hit on Tabitha’s competitive streak by the glint in her sister’s eye.

      “I don’t suppose I could get away with Jane Doe,” Tabitha said. “Isn’t that what an American would choose?”

      Princess Ericka chuckled. “I think not. Let’s go with Martin for your last name. It’s a common name in Chantaine and Europe.”

      Tabitha sighed. “Then I suppose I’ll have to go with Jane Martin if I’m going to beat Sasha at her game.” She cleared her throat. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant to say Sara.”

Chapter One

       One year later...

      From the porch, Sara heard the sound of screaming. If she hadn’t known better, she might have assumed the sound wasn’t human. The sound of scrambling footsteps followed and the door opened.

      A tall, rumpled-looking man stared at her as he held a screaming red-faced baby, and a young boy seemed to be attached to his leg.

      “Are you Sara?” he asked, out of breath. “Sara Smith. The palace sent you?”

      “Yes,” she said.

      He looked her up and down. “Thank you for coming,” he said over the cries of the baby in his arms. “No offense, but you look terribly young. Are you old enough to be a nanny?”

      Sara had scrubbed her face clean of cosmetics with the exception of lip gloss. All part of her temporary new role. She certainly didn’t need to wear the heavy stage makeup required of a concert pianist. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. “I’m twenty-seven.”

      “Oh,” he said, surprise crossing his features. “I never would have guessed.” The baby let out another howl. “We’re having a rough day, so if you want to give them juice and cookies to calm them down, that’s fine.”

      He dragged his foot, with the attached child down the hallway. “This is Sam,” he said, nodding toward the boy.

      “Hello, Sam,” Sara said tentatively. Although she’d known the family she was going to be working with was still reeling from a loss, this wasn’t exactly what she’d envisioned.

      “And I’m holding Adelaide,” the man said. “As you can see, she’s a handful.”

      “Yes,” Sara said. “Mr. Sinclair?”

      “Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “Call me Gavin. You may be calling me some other names СКАЧАТЬ