Betrothed to the Prince. Raye Morgan

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      “True.” He wasn’t convinced, but then, it didn’t really matter. He didn’t have much interest in babies anyway. But he did like the look of the woman who held it. “So you think things are a little lax around here, do you?”

      “That’s putting it mildly,” she said without bothering to soften her judgment. “This place is run like a public park.”

      “Oh. I suppose you think you could do a better job.”

      She gave a short laugh. “I know I could.” He liked her attitude. It was refreshing to meet an attractive woman who didn’t seem to be bowled over by just being in his presence. “Really. If you took over management, what would you do to improve it?”

      She gave him a sideways look and went back to rocking the baby in her arms. “My first item of business would probably be to fire you.”

      “Fire me?” He stared at her for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed.

      “Absolutely.” She followed up her assertion with a scathing glance that went up and down the long, muscular length of him, and was meant to convey disapproval, but ended up feeling too much like admiration for comfort and she quickly looked away. “I would never put up with an employee who acted like you do.” She shifted the baby from one hip to the other. “What do you do around here, anyway?”

      He grinned. She really didn’t know he was the prince of this castle. That was great. “Oh, not a whole heck of a lot. Mostly they just keep me around for comic relief.”

      “Really?” Her look told him she halfway believed it. “Well you could make yourself useful right now. Would you like to hold the baby for a moment?” She offered the little bundle with the blanket open so that the baby could be seen.

      He glanced at it and looked away, shaking his head dismissively. “I’m not much of a baby person.” She stepped toward him. “Hold her anyway, while I fix a place to put her down.”

      Not likely. Something about the thought of taking charge of that little piece of life gave him the willies. He threw her a baleful look. “I’ll do it,” he said, rising and looking around the kitchen, grabbing a large basket and arranging the napkins it held into a sort of bed. “Here you go.”

      She carefully laid the sleeping child in the impromptu bed and pushed it to a safe place on the counter, then looked down with a sweet smile. “She’s so beautiful.”

      He’d never considered red and wrinkled to be beautiful, but he did like the look of the woman. She interested him. She kept looking at him in the oddest way. It wasn’t just that she was attracted to him. Women usually were. But there was something more, something mysterious in her smoky green eyes.

      She was very pretty, but it was a careless sort of beauty. The way she held herself, the way she moved, he could tell she didn’t think about her looks any more than she thought about the weather. There was an innocence about her, and yet at the same time, a sophistication, as though she knew a lot, but it was mostly secondhand information, experience gained from books and not from mixing with the masses.

      “Funny,” he said softly, looking at the way her bronze hair lay against the smooth pale skin of her neck and wondering if she smelled as good as she looked. “You don’t look like a pastry chef.”

      “I am not a pastry chef,” she responded automatically, looking up at him. It didn’t occur to her to say she was a princess. She never said things like that. If she had her way, the whole princess thing would fade from her life and no one would ever know about it again. Of course, being a princess was the very reason she was here, a fact she had practically forgotten by now.

      “I saw Milla, the kitchen maid, in the hall and she said you’d come about the pastry chef position.”

      Tianna gave him a long suffering look. “Milla was wrong.”

      He frowned. Thinking wasn’t as painful as it had been a few minutes earlier, but it still wasn’t back with its usual zing. “What are you, then?”

      “I’m a photographer.”

      He groaned, dropping back down into the chair and stretching. “Not another photojournalist sniffing around for a story on the royals.”

      “I’m not a photojournalist,” she assured him quickly. “I told you, I’m a photographer. I mainly concentrate on architectural photography. And I have no interest in photographing royals.”

      “Good. Then we won’t have to kick you out on your ear.”

      She bristled. “I’d like to see you try,” she said sharply, one hand on her hip.

      “Oh. That’s right. I forgot you were the dangerous one.” His blue eyes glinted at her in a way that sent a new awareness skittering along her nerve endings. “Quite the little wild cat, aren’t you?” he said in a tone that made her sound downright erotic.

      Her breath caught in her throat and color flooded her cheeks, but she lifted her chin and tried to ignore it. “I’m nothing of the sort. But I do know how to defend myself.”

      “I’ll say you do. I’ve got the sore hand to prove it.” He shook the hand, deemed it basically unscathed, but looked up at her accusingly anyway. “That was quite a nice demonstration of the old thumb trick you put on this morning. What other escape moves do you have up your sleeve?”

      She looked fully at him and for just a moment, their gazes seemed to connect, fuse, and sizzle.

      “I…I think I’d better keep that to myself,” she said, feeling a bit muddled and looking toward the window, absently noting that the rain was coming down pretty steadily now. “The element of surprise is half the battle.”

      “Here,” he said, coming to his feet. “I’ll show you a good one.”

      “No thanks.” She turned away, shaking her head, but he moved too quickly for her.

      “If someone grabs you, like this,” he said, coming up behind her and sliding his arms in, locking them just beneath her breasts, pulling her close in against him. “What would you do?”

      She gasped. His face was next to hers, his breath tantalizing her cheek, his rough day’s growth of beard rasping against her skin. It had all happened so fast, she had to wait a beat or two to make sure she understood just exactly what was going on here.

      “You snap back your right elbow and at the same time, you make a turn to the left,” he was advising, his voice silky, so very near her ear.

      She could hardly breathe. He was holding her to his long, strong body and she thought she could feel every one of his muscles against her back. Her natural inclination was to do as he said and turn toward the left, but one second of clear thinking and she realized what that meant. She might be in his arms now, but if she followed his instructions she would be in his embrace and in perfect position to be kissed.

      A lovely thought—if only she could believe he wasn’t doing this on purpose just to mock her. Which, of course, he was! She steeled herself. She wasn’t going to follow through and fall into his trap. Instead, she made another move her personal defense trainer had taught her and quickly raised her foot, coming down СКАЧАТЬ