Found: His Royal Baby. Raye Morgan

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      “Hurry, Grace,” she urged. “We’ve got to get on the road.”

      Her brothers. What if they did come here? She wanted to avoid them almost as much as she’d wanted to avoid Dane, whom they hated with a passion. They might even kill him if they found him here. At the very least, they would harm him, and despite everything, she couldn’t stand the thought of it. Should she warn him somehow? Leave a note? Make a call?

      Closing her eyes, she laughed softly. See how crazy she was getting? Even as she was running from the man, she was thinking of his welfare.

      “Are you ready?” she called in to Grace.

      “Just a moment more,” the girl called back. “I’ll be there.”

      Alex sighed, rocking her baby in her arms. Soon they would be safe. Very soon.

      The sun hadn’t made an appearance yet as Dane knocked, then waited patiently for the young man to come and open the outer door to the Lion’s Mane service entrance for him. The employee handed him a small ring of keys and he handed back a folded bill. Nodding, he took the back stairs and climbed quickly to the fifth floor, then used the keys to unlock the service door and let himself onto the floor.

      He paused, listening at the double doors. She would have a full party of servants and escorts in her entourage, but they wouldn’t all be staying here on this floor with her. He figured two or three guards at the most. He was hoping to avoid them, but if the muffled sounds he heard were any indication, they were already up and probably getting ready to head out of town. Good thing he’d come early.

      Another twist of a key and he was inside the suite of rooms being used by the Acredonna party, standing in the wide entryway that had three rooms leading from it. His heart was pounding but he wasn’t sure if that was because of the danger involved or the prospect of seeing her again. He chose one of the rooms on instinct, walking softly to the doorway. And there she was.

      She didn’t see him at first. She was dressed in jeans and a bright, tucked-in shirt that was full in the sleeves. Her hair was loose in a glorious riot of red curls. She was bending over a pile of CDs, reading labels and pulling two out of the stack.

      “It’s getting late,” she said without turning as she sensed the presence of another person in the room. “Did you bring the car around?”

      “No,” he responded softly. “And I forgot to bring the brioche as well.”

      Dropping the CDs, she whirled, hand to her mouth as though to stop a scream. “Oh!” she gasped, her eyes huge.

      He smiled, soaking in the sight of her. “You’re even beautiful at four in the morning,” he noted. “But then, I knew that.”

      The tension between them was electric.

      “What are you doing here?”

      He shrugged casually, but his eyes were alert, following every nuance of her reactions.

      “Keeping track of you is like trying to catch a rainbow in your hand. I thought I’d better get here early.” His smile faded and he regarded her narrowly. “It looks like that was a wise decision on my part.”

      She glanced back at the doorway nervously. “I have guards with me, you know.”

      He looked at the doorway, too, sure that was where any attacker would be coming from and planning accordingly. It was automatic, second nature. The only thing that might get in the way of his natural protective radar was this woman who seemed to be able to cloud his senses as though she wore a magic perfume.

      “Of course,” he said to her. “Are you going to order them to throw me out?”

      She hesitated and he could see that she would love to do just that, if she thought she could get away with it.

      “Not if you behave,” she said at last.

      He made a short bow. “You have my word. I promise not to ravish you right here on the Persian carpet. Is that enough?”

      “Be serious.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I’m afraid we aren’t going to have time to have that talk,” she said, making an attempt to sound lighthearted and failing utterly. “We’ve decided we must leave right away. So…”

      One quick step closed the gap between them. He moved before she had time to react and took her hand in his, looking down into her startled eyes.

      “Alexandra, you’re not going anywhere until we have our talk. We’ve got things we need to clarify between us. You know that.”

      She tried to pull her hand away but he wasn’t going to let it go.

      “Don’t you have something you need to tell me?” he asked.

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

      “Don’t you?” He stared into her eyes. “Where is the child?” he asked firmly.

      Even though she’d known what he was here for all along, that sent a shock through her system.

      “What child?” she said breathlessly, fighting for equilibrium.

      He pulled her closer, staring intently into her eyes.

      “The baby you had five months ago in Paris. Where are you keeping him?”

      She lifted her chin defiantly.

      “That’s just nonsense.” She felt stronger as she fought back. “Who told you I had a baby?”

      He looked pained. “Alex, please. People tell me all kinds of things. I have to sift through a lot of lies to get to the few kernels of truth. I’ve had a lot of experience at this.”

      “Then what makes you think you’ve got hold of some good information for a change?” she demanded, trying to buy time.

      “More than one trusted source.” He shrugged. He’d only recently gathered enough evidence to know he was on firm ground. “I’ve seen proof. You had a baby just about five months ago at the Sisters of Mercy private clinic on Gereaux Street, the little building behind the art gallery. I’ve seen pictures.”

      She closed her eyes, feeling faint. Her head was reeling. He had more than she’d thought. There wasn’t much she could do but bluster her way through this.

      Opening her eyes again, she glared at him.

      “Even if I did have a baby, what business is it of yours?”

      His blue eyes were searching her face as though he would find answers in her gaze.

      “Alex, we were together at exactly the right time to make it my business.”

      She shook her head firmly. “You don’t know that. You can’t remember what happened to you during your recovery. You’ve said so again and again. It’s even been in the papers.”

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