Found: His Royal Baby. Raye Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ found him that last month of the war, barely alive, in the flooded ditch behind the warehouse on her family’s horse farm in the hills of Carnethia. She’d dragged him out of his smashed vehicle and into the stables and found a place with sweet, clean straw where she could keep him without others knowing.

      She remembered every detail of that night, how he’d lain there where she’d hidden him, wounded and unconscious. She’d done her best, with her simple, rudimentary medical training, to clean out his wounds and sanitize them, to stop the bleeding and make him as comfortable as possible.

      She didn’t dare tell anyone he was there. The Nationals were rapidly losing the war and they were frantic. They would have killed him with relish. She didn’t even dare go for medical help. The few doctors left on the National side were already overworked. Besides, emotions were running high and there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t have killed him either.

      So she’d been alone, working on hope and whatever she could remember from her training, scared to death she would somehow blot out the flicker that remained of his life. But that hadn’t happened, and her ministrations seemed to have been enough. He was alive today.

      She remembered the fear she’d lived with, how she’d watched over him, checking his wounds for signs of infection, nursing him through his fever. And hiding him from her family and the servants. It wasn’t until the third night that she began to hope he might not die after all.

      And then he woke up, stronger than she could have expected he would be. The rest of what happened had seemed like a dream, even then. Somehow, they’d come together, and her baby had been conceived.

      Remembering that now, she looked at him. He was still unconscious. His shirt was half-open, the buttons undone. Had those awful wounds healed? Moving slowly, she reached out, slipping her hand under the loose fabric and running it lightly down his chest. Everything she could see looked good and seemed tight and smooth.

      She indulged in letting her hand take in the magic of his form for a few seconds. Her heart began to pound. Taking in a quick breath, she pulled away, but at the same time, she glanced up at his face and gasped. His eyes were wide-open, watching her. She jerked her hand away, flushing with chagrin.

      “Enjoy yourself,” he muttered gruffly, giving a tug to his bonds and wincing at the effort to talk. “But when you’re finished, I wish you’d tell me what the hell is going on.”

      “I was just checking…” she began guiltily. Her voice faded as she realized she had nothing to add. Her cheeks were bright with embarrassment, but she was determined to ignore all that. She frowned at him, lifting her chin.

      “As to what’s going on, I think that’s pretty self-evident. We’ve got you tied up.”

      That didn’t sound good. She traced her lower lip nervously with her tongue. She wished she could reassure him: This is just for now. We’ll be letting you go as soon as possible. But she couldn’t do that. He had to see her as strong and resolute.

      “Be cooperative and you won’t get hurt,” she said instead, then turned away and grimaced.

      “Are you insane?” he demanded angrily, glaring up at her. “This is kidnapping. You can go to prison for this.”

      “No.” But she knew he was right. A dull panic was beating just under her radar, but she couldn’t let it surface. “Listen, we had to do this. We couldn’t leave you there in the hotel. I…we were worried that someone might do something.”

      “Like shoot me with a tranquilizer dart?” he broke in scornfully. “Hey, too late. I think that’s already been done.”

      “Dane, listen….”

      But he wasn’t about to do that. Instead, he wrenched viciously at his bonds, cold anger in his face, swearing a blue streak as he yanked and twisted on the bed.

      “Dane, stop it! You’re going to pull your arms right out of their sockets,” she cried, standing just out of reach and feeling helpless. “Stop and think. You’re not a wild beast who beats itself senseless against the bars of its cage. This will get you nowhere.”

      He paused, breathing raggedly. Sweat glistened on his skin and a trickle of blood made a trail down his forearm. He’d only managed to tighten the cord that held him, but it hardly mattered.

      He’d made this ridiculous display out of frustration and anger. He’d never actually expected it to help him get away. Whoever had tied him up had done a fairly professional job of it. The man knew his knots. It was going to take brains and cunning to get himself released. And that would take a bit of time.

      “Dane, we only did what we had to do.” She rushed on before he had a chance to dispute that. “If you can stay calm, we’ll get through this. We’re working on finding a way to release you to your people. But it will take a little more time.”

      He pulled on the rope that held his wrists. There was anger in his eyes. How could there not be? And yet, he was now calm, watchful.

      “Tell you what, Alex. Cut this damn cord and all will be forgiven. Deal?”

      “Sorry.”

      And she really was. She just hated this. Her gaze fell on his wrists, torn raw by his actions, and she winced. “You’ll have to stay that way for now. But it shouldn’t be for much longer.”

      He glanced around the room, checking it out. Was he actually tied up in her bedroom? Or was he dreaming? The whole situation felt surreal.

      “So what’s the game plan, Alex?” he asked her icily.

      She stood over him, hands on her hips, determined not to let him box her into a corner. He was framing this as all her fault. Well, in a way it was, but still, he had something to do with it. She hadn’t exactly invited him to drop in at four in the morning.

      “You tell me,” she said with spirit. “And while you’re at it, can you explain just exactly why you had to get in the way this morning?”

      He frowned, his dark brows lowering. “You know why. I wanted to talk to you.”

      She sighed, looking down at him with troubled eyes.

      “We can’t talk, Dane. Not anymore. What we have to do is negotiate. Don’t you see that? Like two huge ships trying to pass each other in narrow straits.”

      “That’s ridiculous.” He dismissed it out of hand, looking around. “How did you get me here, anyway?”

      “I had help.” She sank into a chair beside the bed. “And luckily, we managed to evade your security detail.”

      His gaze came back to meet hers. “What security detail? I didn’t have one. I came alone to find you.”

      She stared at him. She could hardly believe that. After the war and all both sides had been through, it seemed illogical at best. “Why would you do something so irresponsible? Who do you think you are?”

      He searched her eyes, then laughed softly, though the laughter had a bitter edge.

      “Alexandra, I wanted to talk to you. Just you. Not your advisors or guards or brothers. You. Man to woman.” He paused, then added softly, “Lover to lover.”

      “Oh, СКАЧАТЬ