The Brides of Bella Rosa: Beauty and the Reclusive Prince. Rebecca Winters
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Название: The Brides of Bella Rosa: Beauty and the Reclusive Prince
Автор: Rebecca Winters
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472001238
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But to her surprise, he didn’t seem to notice that. He answered directly. “He couldn’t have done anything. She was alone at home when it happened. How could he have stopped that?”
Isabella threw out her hands. “And Laura was alone when she went into the water. You weren’t there. You were asleep.” She shook his arm again. “Max, you couldn’t help it. It’s not your fault.”
He looked doubtful, but she could tell he was beginning to mull that over. She shook her head.
“At least you talked about it,” she said.
He gave her a sardonic look. “Quite the junior psychologist, aren’t you?” he said, but there was no animosity in his voice. To his own surprise, he did feel better. Not much, but a little better. Maybe.
And she could see the truth in him, in his face, in his attitude. She was glad she’d risked everything on pushing him to talk. For now, it seemed to have worked out for him. There was so much guilt, so much self-doubt in his heart. And for her, there was so much new background that she knew about him. No matter what she learned, everything only made her regard for him grow. Her father and Susa were wrong. She was glad she hadn’t stayed away from royalty after all.
There was just one thing that still nagged at her. She didn’t know the details of the crash that had taken his face, the accident no one seemed to know anything about. That was still a mystery.
“You’re going to have to ride with me again,” he told her as he led in the stallion, and she nodded, thinking what a contrast this was to the other night in the dark.
“It’s way past noon,” she fretted. “Now don’t you wish we’d brought the picnic I made?”
He nodded, feeling a touch of chagrin. Looking at her, he realized what a fool he’d been. He’d thought he could keep her at arm’s length if he only tried hard enough. Now he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Though he couldn’t see how anything real and lasting between them could work out in the long run, for now, when she was near, he was going to live in the moment. No more pretending, especially to himself.
“I’m hungry as a wolf,” he admitted.
She grinned up at him. “I have a solution to that. There’s a place very near here we can get the most wonderful food.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked suspiciously.
“Do you know the little stand by the reservoir? Where the Spanish family sells tapas?”
His face cleared. “Yes, I’ve driven past it.”
“And you’ve never been tempted to stop?”
He half smiled down at her. Her lively interest in everything was contagious. “Actually, I have, but…”
She put a hand on his arm. “We’re going there.”
That was going a little far. “What? Who’s going where?” He thought she understood he didn’t do things like that.
“You and me. We’re going to go have some of his delicious tapas. You’ll thank me for this.”
He stood where he was, shaking his head and looking stubborn. “Isabella, I don’t think…”
“Oh, Max, please.” She hung on his arm and looked adorably hungry. “It’s just outside your walls. We’ll go out the gate and we’ll ride up and you can stay outside, under the trees. I’ll go in and order the food. There are tables along the water.” She made her face even more appealing. “At this time of day, we’ll probably be the only ones there. You won’t have to come face-to-face with another soul. I’ll do that part.”
He was still frowning but she could see he was going to bend. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” She gave him her most playful smile. “You know very well you need this. You want it.” She pulled on his arm. “Come on.”
He gave in. He couldn’t help it. To do anything else would seem churlish right now. He helped her up in front of him on his horse and they made their way through the gate, to the outside of the estate. This was territory he hadn’t traveled in years, except to rush past in his limousine. There was something freeing about just venturing this far beyond his own walls.
The tables on the rise above the river were completely empty. He sat at one of them and she went in, bringing out a wonderful collection of small, delicious items, including prawn croquetas and chopped pork empanadas and sautéed artichokes. Señor Ortega trailed behind her carrying two bottles of cold beer, and Max tensed, waiting for the man to react to his scars. Maybe Isabella had warned him, but he showed no sign of noticing a thing, chattering on in his Spanish-accented Italian about how they should come back tomorrow because he was planning to make the best tapas ever seen in these parts and if they didn’t return, they would miss that.
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