A Royal Proposal. Barbara Hannay

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      Suddenly, her stomach was churning. At least there were no babies awaiting heart surgery in this ward, but she was given a warm, blanketed bundle to hold, and from the moment the little one was placed in her arms she was battling tears.

      Of course, she was thinking of Isla, and of course, the cameramen zoomed in close, capturing every emotion. She didn’t dare to catch Rafe’s eye.

      * * *

      They were driving back to the castle, after morning tea with a selection of hospital staff, before Rafe commented on the experience. ‘That seemed to go well,’ he said, although he didn’t look particularly happy.

      ‘It was amazing,’ Charlie declared firmly. ‘The children were so excited to see you, Rafe. That little girl with the curtsy was gorgeous. I hope she gets better. Her doctor said he was optimistic.’

      ‘That’s good,’ Rafe said warmly. ‘Everyone loved you—especially the children, but you were a hit with the staff as well.’

      Charlie couldn’t help feeling chuffed. ‘I guess I was channelling my inner princess.’

      Rafe’s response was an incomprehensible smile, and he looked more worried than pleased.

      What was wrong? Charlie wondered with a sigh. She felt a spurt of impatience. She’d done her level best this morning. He’d said she’d done well. What more did he want?

      ‘Why do you look so worried, Rafe? I thought you just told me that the visit went well. I thought you were happy.’

      ‘Of course the visit went well. You were perfect.’ He gave a slow shake of his head. ‘That’s the problem.’

      This made no sense at all. ‘Excuse me?’

      ‘You’ve set rather a high standard for Olivia to follow.’

      ‘Oh.’ Charlie hadn’t considered this possibility. ‘Are you suggesting that visiting a children’s hospital might not be her cup of tea?’

      ‘Exactly,’ Rafe said grimly.

      Charlie had no answer for this. She’d done what she’d been asked to do. She could do no more. ‘Do you think there’ll be a photo in the newspaper tomorrow?’

      Rafe nodded. ‘Almost certainly.’

      ‘I wonder if Olivia will see it. Gosh, imagine how shocked she’ll be.’

      This brought another frown from Rafe. ‘At least, she might make contact then.’

      ‘And that’s a good thing, surely?’

      But his expression was still serious and thoughtful as he looked away out through the car’s window. A woman and a little girl out on the street saw him and waved excitedly, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice. He didn’t wave back.

      Charlie, feeling sorry for them, waved instead.

      * * *

      The car returned to the castle and Charlie expected that Rafe would leave her now. She had no other commitments for the day, but he would almost certainly be busy. She wasn’t looking forward to the next few hours of anxiously pacing the floor, trying to fill in time until she heard news from her father.

      In the castle’s enormous, white-marbled entrance, she hesitated, expecting Rafe to dismiss her.

      Instead, he stood, tall and wide shouldered, in his large, heavy wool overcoat, with his black leather gloves clasped in one hand, watching Charlie with unexpected vigilance, almost as if she were a puzzling, troublesome child.

      She was getting rather tired of trying to understand what this Prince really wanted of her. She was about to demand what his problem was when he spoke.

      ‘Charlie, can I ask a personal question?’ His manner was perfectly polite, but there was an intensity in his grey gaze that made her suddenly nervous.

      In an attempt to cover this, she shrugged, rather like a teenager put on the spot by an inquisitive parent. ‘I guess. What do you want to know?’

      ‘Would you be prepared to explain why I’ve seen you on the verge of tears on at least three separate occasions now?’

      Her cheeks flamed hotly. ‘Three times?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Rafe. ‘You’ve been upset twice on the phone when you were speaking to your father and then today at the hospital with that tiny baby in your arms.’

      ‘You’re—you’re very observant.’

      ‘Look, I don’t want to pry, Charlie,’ Rafe said more gently. ‘I’m fully aware that I dragged you away from your life in Sydney without really asking if it was convenient, but if something is causing you distress, perhaps I should know.’

      She would burst into tears if she tried to talk about Isla, especially now with the scheduled surgery only hours away. ‘I’m just a bit tense,’ she hedged.

      Rafe’s grey eyes narrowed. ‘And this tension relates to your father?’

      ‘Sort of...yes.’ It was the best she could manage. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and hoped this was the end of Rafe’s interrogation.

      ‘Is there any way I can help?’

      This was so unexpected.

      Charlie had never had a drop-dead handsome man offer to help her. For a moment she was tempted to pretend that Rafe really was her fiancé, to tell him everything that was bothering her as she threw herself into his arms and sobbed on his strong, capable shoulder.

      Just in time, she dragged her thoughts back to reality. ‘It’s kind of you to offer to help, Rafe. But, actually, I haven’t talked to you about—my concerns—because I knew you might want to help. And you can’t really, and if you did try, then there’d probably be all kinds of publicity and—’

      ‘I can avoid publicity when I need to,’ Rafe cut in. ‘My press secretary is very good at managing these things.’

      Charlie supposed this was true. There would be many times when a royal needed to avoid the press, and other times when he would welcome the attention. She supposed Rafe had been well aware that his presence at the hospital today would be a draw-card for journalists. Perhaps, Charlie realised now, he’d been using the hospital visit as some kind of bait to lure Olivia out of hiding.

      This thought drew Charlie up sharply. But she didn’t want to think too deeply about Rafe’s relationship with Olivia. She especially didn’t like to contemplate the regrettable reality that Rafe planned to go ahead with his marriage to her sister, even though he didn’t love her and she clearly didn’t love him.

      On the other hand, when Charlie considered what she’d been prepared to do to save Isla, she supposed Rafe might go to any length to save his country. It was all rather depressing, really.

      And Rafe was still waiting for her answer.

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