Claiming His Princess: Duty at What Cost? / A Throne for the Taking / Princess in the Iron Mask. Kate Walker

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      He recalled the way she’d told him he could leave her room after sex. At the time he’d thought she had been politely trying to give him an out, but what if she’d been trying to get him out instead?

      ‘On a Sunday?’

      Her chin came up, most likely because of his sceptical tone. ‘Yes.’

      ‘And what about dinner?’ he asked casually.

      It appeared she had a guilty conscience, because her gaze cut to the left before returning to his. ‘Tonight?’

      Damn.

      Wolfe read her meaning in that single word and knew she had no intention of having dinner with him, that night or any other. He didn’t like it. ‘Yeah. You, me, a bottle of red. Or do you prefer champagne?’

      ‘Actually, I have a meeting with someone this afternoon, so I won’t be able to make tonight.’

      Someone she was sleeping with, perhaps?

      Wolfe raked her slender figure in a floaty summer dress and lightweight sandals and tried to rein in his uncharacteristically possessive response as his mind immediately stripped her naked.

      On some level he knew he was behaving completely irrationally. Really, he should be rejoicing that she didn’t want to complicate things between them by prolonging the inevitable, because—well…he knew his interest in her would wane at some point.

      ‘And it’s probably better this way, don’t you think?’ she said a little too quickly.

      ‘Better what way?’ He refolded his arms and rocked back on his heels. No way would he make this easy for her.

      Her gaze snapped irritably to his and then cast over him, lighting little bushfires in its wake. ‘Better if we forget dinner. Forget last night.’

      ‘Forget last night?’ Wolfe wasn’t sure if this had ever happened to him before. A woman waking up after a night of phenomenal sex who not only didn’t want to have dinner with him but looked as if she never wanted to see him again either.

      ‘Oh, come on, Wolfe.’ Her slender hands fitted around her hips just as his had done last night. ‘I’m sure this isn’t a novel concept for you. In fact it’s probably a relief.’

      His eyes rose to hers as he forced himself to focus. A relief? Yes, it should have felt like a damned relief. The fact that it felt more like an insult only increased his aggravation.

      ‘You think I pick women up and sleep with them every time I go out?’

      ‘I don’t know.’

      And she didn’t care, if he read her tone correctly.

      ‘But why are we arguing? Did you want more from last night than just sex?’

      He stiffened, suddenly uncomfortable as she turned the tables on him. Saying no just felt wrong, but…‘No.’

      She nodded quickly, as if she’d expected his answer. Wanted it, in fact. Did she do this all the time? Pick up men for a night of no-strings sex? The idea made his stomach knot.

      ‘Great, so we’re on the same page. Last night was lovely. I had a good time. Hopefully you did, too.’

      She shrugged almost apologetically and he had an unpleasant moment of wondering if this was how women felt when he walked away from them. But then with all the previous women in his life he’d established the parameters from the start. Perhaps he was just reacting badly because this time he hadn’t done that.

      ‘What more is there to say?’

      Ava’s challenging question brought his mind back to her.

      ‘Clearly nothing,’ Wolfe ground out. ‘You seem to have it all worked out.’

      She mashed her lips together, as if confused by his tone, and Wolfe warned himself to stop being stupid. This was the perfect scenario, wasn’t it?

      The sound of footsteps coming down the grand staircase drew his eye, and then he heard Ava swear in French.

      ‘Gilles is coming. I don’t want…Can we just pretend this never happened?’ She tinkled a laugh. ‘Yes, the wedding was gor—Oh, Gilles. Bonjour. Where’s Anne?’

      Wolfe thought about telling her never to try her hand at acting. She looked as innocent as someone trying to make off with the family jewels.

      He narrowed his eyes as Gilles put his hands on her waist and gave her a kiss on each cheek, disturbed by the unexpected urge to pull him off her.

      ‘As quaint as Anne finds the ancient staff bell in our room, it didn’t work this morning—so I’ve been sent in search of coffee.’

      ‘What a fantastic idea.’ Ava nodded enthusiastically. ‘I think I might join you.’

      ‘You want one, Wolfe?’ Gilles rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn’t had much sleep.

      Wolfe knew how he felt.

      ‘No. I’ve had enough coffee to last me a lifetime.’ Ava’s pout firmed, and Gilles threw him a quizzical look.

      Deciding it was past time he left, he shoved his hand into his pocket for his keys and felt the phone he’d put there to give to Ava.

      ‘This is for you.’ He held out a silver smartphone. ‘I took the liberty of placing your SIM card into a spare after my men found yours broken in your car.’

      ‘Oh.’ She looked confused by the gesture. ‘You didn’t have to do that.’

      He knew he didn’t. He’d wanted to.

      He turned it on and passed it to her, before informing Gilles of his plans to hit the road earlier than he’d intended.

      While Gilles tried to convince him to reconsider, Ava’s phone beeped a string of incoming messages. They both turned to see her frowning at it.

      Wolfe immediately felt his guard go up. ‘What’s wrong?’

      ‘My father has left ten messages. Excuse me while I retrieve them.’

      She dialled a number and pressed the phone to her ear at the same time as Gilles’s butler hurried into the foyer.

      Momentarily distracted when he handed Gilles a piece of paper, Wolfe returned his gaze to Ava in time to see the colour leach out of her face.

      She turned almost blindly to Gilles, her breathing erratic. ‘Frédéric has been involved in an accident. Gilles…’ Her voice trailed off when Gilles looked at her, and if possible she lost even more colour. ‘Quoi?’

      Wolfe didn’t think she’d realised that she had reached out and was gripping his forearm in a talonlike hold.

      Gilles shook his head as if in a daze.

      Hell.

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