Innocent Surrender: The Virgin's Proposition / The Virgin and His Majesty / Untouched Until Marriage. Robyn Donald

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      “I know that. But even so, it means a great deal. To him,” she added. “And taking him sailing.” She turned her head to smile at him. “Brilliant. I can’t believe you got him to do it. But he loved every minute.”

      Demetrios didn’t want her thanks. He didn’t want her smiles. He shrugged irritably. “I was glad to do it. He’s a good kid. Smart. He’s got a lot of potential.”

      “Yes.” Anny smiled slightly. “I agree. I’m afraid he doesn’t.”

      “He’s angry. Given what happened to him, why shouldn’t he be?” Demetrios remembered all the times in the past three years when his own anger had stopped him cold, threatening to derail his dreams. There were too many to count. Now he took a slow careful breath. “He’ll find his way,” he said. They continued to stare at the seafront in silence for a long moment, then he added, “He’ll get there with some support from friends like you.”

      “And you,” Anny added.

      Demetrios shook his head. “I’m leaving. Bright and early tomorrow morning. I’m taking my brother’s boat to Santorini.”

      “But you won’t forget Franck.” She sounded certain.

      How could she know him well enough to be sure of that when he felt like she didn’t know him at all? Demetrios didn’t know. But he had to admit she was right in this case. “No, I won’t forget him. I’ll stay in touch.”

      She smiled, satisfied. “He’ll like that.” She stared down at the water, unspeaking for a long moment, but she didn’t walk away.

      Neither did he. He didn’t feel as angry now. He couldn’t have said why, except that this Anny, princess or not, was the one he remembered.

      She brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “I thought you’d be gone by now. You got what you came for—excellent distribution, a highly acclaimed film.”

      “Rollo’s taking it on, yes. And the critics have been kind.”

      “I’m sure it’s not just kindness.”

      “You didn’t see it?” Surely princesses could see whatever they wanted. Royal prerogative or some such thing.

      “No. I—I wanted to. But I didn’t want you to think—” She stopped.

      “Think what?” he demanded.

      She shrugged awkwardly. “That I was…chasing you. I meant what I said, one night. I told you the truth, Demetrios. I just…didn’t tell you all of it.” She had turned and was looking at him intently now, as if she were begging him to believe her.

      Did he? Or was she as good an actress as Lissa?

      It didn’t matter, he reminded himself. Princess or not, she wasn’t part of his life. Not after tonight.

      But he couldn’t stop himself saying, “Look, Anny. You can’t do this if you’re not sure. Gerard might be a great guy. But marriage is—” He let out a harsh breath, knowing he was the last person on earth who should be offering advice on marriage. But then, who knew better the mistakes you could make even when you thought you were marrying for love?

      “Marriage is what?” she asked when he didn’t go on.

      “Marriage is too damned hard to risk on flimsy hopes!” He blurted the words angrily, not at her, but at Lissa.

      Of course Anny didn’t know that. She stared at him, eyes wide at his outburst.

      Demetrios stared back. It was none of his business. None of his business. The words echoed over and over in his head.

      “Adriana!” Gerard’s voice behind them made them both start.

      “I have to go,” Anny said quickly.

      Demetrios straightened up at once, and gave her a polite distant nod. “Of course.”

      But still she didn’t move away. She faced him and looked into his eyes for a long moment, a slight smile on her face. “Thank you.”

      He raised a brow. “For the memories?” he said sardonically.

      She nodded. Their gazes locked.

      “Adriana!” Gerard’s voice came again, more insistent this time. Anny turned to go. Demetrios caught her hand and held her until she looked back at him. “Don’t regret your life, princess.”

      Demetrios kept away from her the rest of the evening.

      Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? He thought she’d used him and lied by omission. It hadn’t felt like a lie. It had felt like being able—for once—to share herself, the woman, not the princess, that she really was.

      But she didn’t suppose Demetrios saw it that way. He was probably avoiding her. Or maybe he had forgotten her already. She was the one who had vowed to remember. And dear God, she was. Every single second Anny knew exactly where he was. She saw who he talked to, who talked to him.

      As Gerard’s unofficial hostess she was required to focus on other things, on all his guests. And no one could have faulted her attention to her role. She chatted with his guests, gave them what she hoped appeared to be her undivided attention—even when it was being shared with the tall, lean man with wind-blown hair talking to this producer or that actress.

      Gerard kept her close, smiling at her and nodding his approval. “Your papa is right. You are marvelous,” he told her.

      Yes, Papa would be proud. But Anny’s heart wasn’t in it. Her soul wasn’t in it. Only later that evening when, shortly before midnight, she saw Demetrios board the launch back to the harbor, did her heart and soul let her know where they were. A hollow desperate ache opened up inside her.

      He wasn’t for her. She knew that.

      She repeated it over and over in her head even as she continued smiling brightly at the couple telling her about their South Pacific cruise. She nodded, commented, laughed at a witty remark and didn’t miss a beat.

      But she didn’t miss the sight of Demetrios standing alone on the deck of the launch looking back at the yacht, either.

      As soon as she could, she made her excuses and slipped away to stand in the bow of the royal yacht to catch a last glimpse of the launch as it grew smaller and smaller and finally merged with the lights of the harbor, and he was gone.

      They were ships that passed in the night, she told herself. One night.

      “Adriana!” Gerard’s voice called to her once more.

      She swallowed, then called, “Je viens. I’m coming.”

      She heard Demetrios’s words echo in her mind. Don’t regret your life, princess.

      She prayed desperately that she wouldn’t.

CHAPTER FIVE

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