A Royal Proposition. Marion Lennox

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      ‘Lilie’s, of course,’ he said softly. ‘Where else does a man take a woman when he’s asking her to marry him? It’s the best, and tonight only the best will do.’

      It was a twenty-minute journey—twenty minutes while Penny-Rose sat in stunned silence in the passenger seat of Alastair’s car. A Ferrari. Of course. She’d never been near such a car in her life. Alastair’s shabby clothes of earlier had been token workman-like apparel, she thought resentfully. No wonder her hands fascinated him. He wouldn’t know what it was to work hard with his hands.

      Everything about this man screamed money.

      And now he wanted more and he was prepared to marry a stranger to get it.

      Maybe that was unfair, she acknowledged. Maybe it was true that he was concerned about the villagers.

      She glanced across at him as they pulled to a halt in the restaurant car park, and found that he was twisting to survey her with the same intensity she was using on him. Their gazes met. She flushed and turned away.

      ‘You don’t approve of me, do you?’ he asked cautiously and she bit her lip.

      ‘I’m not here to make a judgement,’ she said at last. ‘I’m here because my boss told me to be here.’

      ‘And to eat a wonderful dinner?’

      There was that. She had the grace to concede the point and her lips gave an involuntary twitch into a smile. ‘Um…OK.’

      ‘My mother says you know what it is to be hungry.’

      That comment killed her smiling urge. She returned to glaring, shoved the car door open and then stood and waited for him to get out and lock his damned expensive car.

      ‘I said the wrong thing,’ he said ruefully, as they turned toward the restaurant.

      ‘My stomach is my business,’ she said with dignity.

      ‘I guess it is.’

      She said nothing—just concentrated on where they were going. Damn him, he had her right off balance and she didn’t know how to deal with it. Somehow she just had to get this over with. Concentrate on dinner…

      Luckily, Lilie’s was worth concentration.

      The restaurant was built into the parapets of another mediaeval castle. Well, why not? This was fairy-tale country, with castles here to spare.

      But there were modern touches. A lift swept them to the rooftop, where the restaurant was situated among the battlements. Floor-to-ceiling windows were now installed where archers had once stood to protect their fortress—and Penny-Rose saw the view and gasped in delight. She’d been trying to disregard Alastair’s disturbing presence until now, but the view made her almost forget him.

      Almost? Well, almost a little bit…

      Focus on the view, she told herself. And what a view! It was as if they were perched in an eagle’s nest high over the river. Below were river plains, golden with buttercups and inhabited by placidly grazing cattle. At every turn of the river were more ruins, more castles, and more…

      More stone!

      ‘What are you thinking?’ Alastair asked, watching her with bemused interest.

      ‘I’m thinking…’ she said slowly, and paused.

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘That there’s a lifetime of work for me in this country,’ she managed, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline.

      ‘What on earth…?’

      ‘Stone-walling,’ she breathed. ‘Look at it out there—all those stones. All those crumbling walls, just waiting for repair.’

      He shook his head. ‘I don’t believe this.’

      ‘What don’t you believe?’

      That he’d taken a woman out to dinner—and she was talking about stone?

      ‘Um…stone walls are just stone walls,’ he managed, and she gazed at him as if he’d just uttered a profanity.

      ‘That’s like saying every house is just a house. And they say you’re a well-respected architect. Is that what you believe?’

      ‘I… No.’ He was flummoxed. This woman was like no woman he’d ever dated.

      ‘Well, there you go, then.’ She smirked. ‘I rest my case.’

      He grinned. They were being led to a discreet table tucked into a niche where all they had for company was the view. ‘OK,’ he conceded. ‘But…’

      ‘But?’

      ‘I never thought I’d be wining and dining a woman who’d look at rock and gasp.’

      She gave him a look of gentle mockery. ‘Surely not. You must be using the wrong rock. Have you tried diamonds?’

      He cast her an amused glance—she certainly was different—but then was distracted by the need to order champagne.

      Penny-Rose didn’t protest. She could count the times she’d tasted champagne on one finger. She cast another long look out over the valley, she gazed around her again at the opulent restaurant setting—and she decided there and then that she wasn’t about to let scruples get in the way of a very good dinner.

      And Alastair saw it. ‘You’re intending to milk this for everything it’s worth,’ he said dryly, and she had the grace to blush.

      ‘Um…yes.’

      ‘Because?’

      ‘Because I shouldn’t be here. I have no intention of agreeing to any crazy marriage proposal but, as you say, I’ve been hungry.’ She beamed, abandoning herself to enjoyment, and gave a small bounce on the beautifully padded chair. ‘Wow. This looks like a very nice place to eat.’

      He was fascinated. She’d bounced. She’d definitely bounced.

      ‘What?’ she demanded, seeing his expression. ‘What did I do wrong?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘I just said it looks a great place to eat.’

      He took a deep breath. ‘That, Miss O’Shea, is an understatement. Can I interest you in some snails?’

      ‘You can interest me in anything that’s not turnip soup,’ she said, and received another startled look. ‘That’s what the Berics live on,’ she explained. She shook her head. ‘Every night, M’sieur Beric sits down to turnip soup, and every night he finishes it, looks up and tells his wife it was delicious. So she makes it the next night. And if she doesn’t, he gets all disappointed.’ She grinned. ‘So you see why I finally agreed to eat with you?’

      ‘Despite disapproving of me?’

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