The Prince's Cinderella Bride. Christine Rimmer

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      Chapter One

      Maximilian Bravo-Calabretti, heir to the Montedoran throne, stepped out from behind a low cluster of fan palms and directly into the path of the woman who’d hardly spoken to him since New Year’s.

      Lani Vasquez let out a small squeak of surprise and jumped back. She almost dropped the book she was carrying. “Your Highness.” She shot him a glare. “You scared me.”

      The high garden path that wove along the cliffside was deserted. It was just the two of them at the moment. But anyone might come wandering toward them—one of the gardeners looking for a hedge to trim, or a palace guest out for a brisk early-morning stroll. Max wanted privacy for this. He grabbed her hand, which caused her to let out another sharp cry.

      “Come with me,” he commanded and pulled her forward on the path. “This way.”

      She dug in her heels. “No, Max. Really.”

      He turned to face her. She flashed him a look of defiance. Still, he refused to let go of her soft little hand. Her sweet face was flushed, her thick midnight hair loose on her shoulders, tangled by the wind off the sea far below. He wanted to haul her close and kiss her. But he needed to get her to talk to him first. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

      Her mouth quivered in the most tempting way. “Yes, I have. Let go of my hand.”

      “We have to talk.”

      “No, we don’t.”

      “We do.”

      “It was a mistake,” she insisted in a ragged little whisper.

      “Don’t say that.”

      “But it’s the truth. It was a mistake and there’s no point in going into it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

      And he didn’t want to hear that. “Just come with me, that’s all I’m asking.”

      “I’m expected at the villa.” She worked as a nanny for his brother Rule and his wife. They owned a villa in the nearby ward of Fontebleu. “I have to go now.”

      “This won’t take long.” He turned and started forward again.

      She let out a low, unhappy sound, and for a moment, he was certain she would simply refuse to budge.

      But then she gave in and followed. He kept hold of her hand and pulled her along. Not glancing back, he cut off the overlook path and onto the rocky hillside, finding a second path that twisted up and around, through a copse of olive trees and on to where the land flattened out to a more cultivated formal garden.

      High, green hedges surrounded them, and they walked on thick grass. The grass gave way to a rose garden. Now, in February, the buds were only just forming on the thorny stems. Beyond the budding roses, he took a curving stone path beneath a series of trellises. Still she followed, saying nothing, occasionally dragging her feet a little to let him know she was far from willing.

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