Royal Weddings: The Reluctant Princess / Princess Dottie / The Royal MacAllister. Lucy Gordon

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СКАЧАТЬ That, at most. Nothing more.

      She sat up. And found him sitting in the straight chair opposite the end of her bed. He had his boots on and his face was just-shaved smooth.

      Elli raked her tangled hair back off her forehead. ‘‘Imagine running into you here.’’

      ‘‘It is Thursday morning.’’

      Irritation sizzled through her at his preemptive tone. ‘‘No kidding.’’

      ‘‘Rise. Dress and gather your things. The time to go has come.’’

      She folded her hands on top of the blankets and looked down at them. She was thinking that she ought to just do as he said.

      Too bad when she raised her head what came out was, ‘‘Think again.’’

      As usual, he sat absolutely still. ‘‘Why do you insist on playing these endless mind games?’’ His eyes were like a pair of lasers, slicing through her, cutting deep.

      ‘‘This is no game. It’s only seven. It will be Thursday morning for five more hours.’’

      His expression showed very little. Yet somehow he seemed to seethe where he sat. There was a long, heated moment during which they glared at each other.

      Then he stood. ‘‘Five hours then. At noon, you will be ready. At 12:00 p.m., exactly, we will walk out your door.’’

      She yanked her shoulders back and shot him her most defiant scowl. ‘‘And if I’m not ready?’’

      ‘‘Then I’ll bind you hand and foot, stuff a kerchief in your mouth to still your cries and carry you out.’’ He turned on his heel and left.

      Elli gripped the blankets and told herself she would not, under any circumstances, jump from the bed and chase him down the hall screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs.

      Hauk stood in the hall, composing himself. He wanted to march back in there, wrap his fingers around her smooth neck and squeeze the defiance right out of her. But if he touched her, he knew it wouldn’t be strangling she’d get at his hands.

      The most important thing, the goal above all, was to last until noon without laying a finger on her. Then, one way or another, he’d take her to the airport. The Gulfstream could make it nonstop to Gullandria. Within hours, he’d be turning her over to her father, the king. Once he got free of her—once she wasn’t there every moment, her very presence like a taunt, a constant reminder of what he’d never have—he could begin to purge himself of this impossible hunger for her.

      Through the most recent long and sleepless night, he’d pondered deeply. And by dawn he’d almost convinced himself that, over time, he would again find the man he had been before Monday—before two brief days and three cruel nights of following his king’s beautiful daughter everywhere she went. He’d almost made himself believe that the day would come when the prospect of the life that lay before him would be enough to satisfy him again.

      Already there was a bright spot to focus on. Never again would he be forced to spend a night lying so near to her, forbidden to touch.

      Elli got dressed, washed her face, combed her hair and brushed on a little blusher and mascara. Hauk was waiting for her in the hallway when she emerged from the bedroom.

      She couldn’t seem to stop herself from sneering at him. ‘‘There you are again. How can I miss you if you won’t go away?’’

      He fell in step behind her. ‘‘You will soon have your wish.’’

      She stopped, turned. And all her anger just melted away. There was nothing left but longing.

      ‘‘Oh, Hauk. I didn’t say it was my wish.’’

      They stared at each other. Always a mistake, for them to stare at each other…

      Elli sucked in a trembling breath. ‘‘Breakfast,’’ she said. ‘‘We need breakfast.’’

      ‘‘Yes,’’ he said. ‘‘Breakfast.’’

      Neither of them moved.

      ‘‘Go on,’’ he said.

      Somehow, she did it. She turned from those eyes of his and went on down the hall.

      The dishwasher was full of clean dishes. Hauk emptied it and set the table. Elli made the coffee, fried the last of the bacon and whipped up some batter for pancakes.

      They ate in silence.

      And not an angry silence, either. Just a cautious one—cautious and a little bit sad. Elli let her gaze stray out the window to the patch of blue sky between the buildings.

      She looked back at Hauk, who was so carefully not looking at her.

      Oh, really, he was very dear. He was true and good and… straight-ahead. Not to mention absolutely thrilling to look at. She remembered the little redhead in the restaurant last night. Is that yours? Oh, my, my…

      Elli agreed with the redhead. What woman wouldn’t want to make love with Hauk? All that beautiful bronze skin and those big, hard muscles. And those eyes…

      Once she’d thought his eyes cold and hard. But she’d learned better in the last two days. His eyes were clear. Unflinching. They spoke of the honesty and strength within.

      And it wasn’t only that just looking at him made her want to throw herself into those huge arms of his. There was also an odd and lovely… comfortableness, between them. Or at least, there was whenever she let down her guard and stopped manufacturing anger to keep her feelings for him at bay.

      Really, other than held tight in his arms, there was no place she’d rather be than right here, at the breakfast table, with Hauk sitting across from her.

      How could that have happened, in little more than two days? How had he gone from a terrifying stranger, her kidnapper—to this? The man most likely to turn her knees to jelly, the man she wanted so much to kiss. The man who could clear her table and empty her dishwasher any time, no questions asked.

      She set down her fork. ‘‘Hauk?’’

      He allowed himself to look at her.

      ‘‘Why are we doing this?’’

      ‘‘Because you refuse to give up your stalling and pack your—’’

      ‘‘No.’’

      He looked at her sideways, suspicious.

      ‘‘Hauk, I don’t mean that. I don’t mean my going or not going. I mean… you and me. I mean, well, that I care for you. A lot.’’ He stared—and he blinked. She waved a hand. ‘‘Oh, I know. It sounds crazy, to say that, considering why you came here in the first place, considering that it’s only been a couple of days since we met. But so what if it’s crazy? It’s also true. I do care for you. And I think you care for me.’’ He was gaping at her. He looked utterly stunned. She continued. ‘‘I don’t see why we can’t just—’’

      ‘‘Enough.’’ СКАЧАТЬ