A Royal Baby on the Way. Susan Mallery

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       Chapter Three

      ‘‘Are you all right?’’

      Mitch glanced up and saw that Alex had walked into the living room. She still wore the toast-colored knit dress that clung to her curves in a way that was decidedly unroyal—at least in his masculine opinion. Not that he was going to complain. If he had to have a princess in his house, at least he’d gotten a beautiful one.

      ‘‘The State Department just phoned,’’ he said. ‘‘They wanted to make sure I planned to extend every courtesy to the representative of an important country, or something like that.’’

      She didn’t even have the decency to look surprised. Instead she nodded seriously. ‘‘I forgot to mention that they would be in touch. It’s more of a formality than anything. I wouldn’t worry about it.’’

      ‘‘I hadn’t planned to.’’ He stared at her, taking in the blue eyes and the cascade of auburn curls. Deep inside, the flame of need roared into a full-fledged wildfire. Just his luck. The first woman to get his attention in several years turned out to be about as unapproachable as a nun. ‘‘You really are a princess,’’ he grumbled. ‘‘So what am I supposed to do with you?’’

      She gave a soft laugh that threatened his composure. ‘‘You could invite me to sit down.’’

      Only then did he realize she was standing. ‘‘Sorry.’’ He waved at the sofa, then leaned forward in his chair. ‘‘Look, Alex, if you’re going to be staying here, you’re going to have to just go ahead and do what you want. If you’re planning on waiting for me to ask you if you want a drink or something to eat, you’re going to starve. I spend most of my days out with the cattle and my evenings working on the books. I don’t have much company, certainly not your kind.’’

      ‘‘I appreciate the warning. I promise to take care of food and water for myself.’’

      ‘‘Except for Sunday, you won’t have to worry about food. Betty will be here in the morning and she’s going to be thrilled to have someone else to cook for.’’

      ‘‘Are you sure I won’t be in the way? I don’t want to be a bother.’’

      ‘‘You won’t be,’’ he told her, answering the question in the context she’d intended. After all, she bothered him plenty, but that was his problem and he would solve it all on his own. Her stay was very temporary. When she was gone, he was going to have to force himself to start dating again. Obviously he’d been spending way too much time alone.

      ‘‘I spoke to my parents,’’ he said. ‘‘I didn’t tell them about you being here, but I did ask them to have John call me if he got in touch with them.’’

      ‘‘That’s wonderful. Thank you.’’ She tilted her head. ‘‘Why didn’t you say anything about me?’’

      ‘‘For one thing, I hadn’t talked to you about it. I figured you’d want to keep your presence here as quiet as possible. For another, they wouldn’t understand.’’

      She wrinkled her nose slightly. ‘‘Because I’m a princess?’’

      ‘‘Because you’re a woman.’’

      She raised her eyebrows but otherwise didn’t respond to his statement. The lamplight caught on the curls on the top of her head and gave them a goldish glow. Again he saw that she had the most perfect skin and long, slender hands. She moved those hands now to open a folder that he hadn’t noticed until just that moment. Inside were more than a dozen sheets of paper.

      ‘‘There are a couple of items I would like to discuss,’’ she said. ‘‘As I mentioned earlier, my parents don’t know the real reason my sisters and I are in this country. They think we’re here doing publicity for my father’s celebration.’’ She looked up and gave him a quick smile. ‘‘We are doing that, as well, but our real purpose is to find out information about our brother.’’

      ‘‘You’re not going to get much publicity out here,’’ he said. Then an ugly thought occurred to him. ‘‘You’re not planning on inviting the press to the ranch, are you? I don’t want things disrupted more than they have to be.’’

      ‘‘Of course not, Mitch. No press, not even an interview. We arranged the schedule so each of us would have some free time to work on the investigation. I have to attend a charity fund-raiser in Los Angeles in a few weeks, but other than that my calendar is clear until after the first of the year.’’

      ‘‘You’ve thought it all out.’’

      ‘‘I hope so. This is important to us.’’

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