Romancing The Crown: Lorenzo and Anna: The Man Who Would Be King / The Princess And The Mercenary. Marilyn Pappano

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      He watched her eyes narrow, but to her credit, she merely said, “You think so, do you?”

      “You’re damn straight I think so. I know so! You’re obviously very good at your job, but you’re just a reporter. You have no experience in investigating—”

      “Really?” she challenged, irritation glinting in her eyes. “Would you care to make a bet on that?”

      Something in her tone warned him she wasn’t the type of woman who made a bet unless it was a sure thing, but it was too late for him to backpedal now. “So now you’re telling me you worked in intelligence? Yeah, right!”

      Color seeped into her cheeks. “No one said anything about intelligence, Your Grace. I believe we were speaking about experience in investigating, and when it comes to that, I could tell you things about your own family that you probably don’t even know.”

      “Like what?”

      “Well, let’s see,” she said, considering. “If I remember correctly, you have a cousin on your mother’s side who was arrested in Portugal last year for shoplifting.” When his eyes widened in surprise, she added, “Apparently, this isn’t the first time she’s deliberately walked out of a store without paying for the merchandise she stuffed in her purse, but it is the first time a merchant actually dared to press charges. It took some fast talking on your part and a very generous contribution to the merchant’s retirement fund to convince him to forget this ever happened.”

      Her smile more than a little smug, she said, “So, what were you saying about me not having any experience in investigating, Your Grace?”

      Swearing under his breath, Lorenzo couldn’t help but wonder how she’d dug this all up. He would have sworn he’d buried it so deep, the story would never see the light of day again. “Where the hell did you get your information?” he demanded. “There was no police report, and the merchant signed a settlement agreeing to keep the matter quiet.”

      “And he kept his word,” she replied with a sassy grin. “He wasn’t my source. I don’t reveal them.”

      Torn between irritation and more than a little admiration—dammit, how had she found out about cousin Louisa?—he warned himself he was going to have to watch himself with her. She was turning out to be far more interesting and intelligent than he’d anticipated. And it didn’t help matters that she was so pretty. He’d always had a weakness for a woman with brains and looks, and he couldn’t allow himself to think of her as anything other than a reporter…or he’d find himself in more trouble than cousin Louisa had last year in Portugal.

      “Fine,” he retorted. “Keep your sources to yourself. We both know this isn’t about Portugal. The prince is obviously in trouble or he would have found a way to get in touch with the family by now. My objective is to find him—yours is to get the story. I don’t have a problem with that. Just don’t get in my way.”

      Eliza had no intention of doing that, but she wasn’t going to stand around with in her hands in her pockets while he took charge and scared Willy off, either. Then they would lose the prince and the story!

      “And just how am I getting in your way, Your Grace?” she asked archly. “Is it something I said? What I’m wearing? My hair?”

      “Don’t be ridiculous!”

      “So it’s not me, personally?”

      “Of course not.”

      “Then there’s no reason why we can’t work together, is there?”

      She’d neatly cornered him, and they both knew it. He scowled at her, and for a moment, she thought he was going to tell her exactly what he thought of her. Then a reluctant grin curled one corner of his mouth. “Very clever, Ms. Windmere. I can see right now that I’m going to have to watch myself around you.”

      “You certainly are,” she agreed with twinkling eyes. “Don’t underestimate me. You might live to regret it.”

      “I’ll remember that,” he promised. “And you’d be wise to do the same with me.”

      Blue eyes meeting green, they silently acknowledged mutual respect for each other’s intelligence. It wasn’t peace, but it was a start.

      Eliza had often wondered what it must be like to be royal. She found out when Lorenzo pulled up before one of the most expensive hotels in town and flipped the keys to the valet. Before she knew it, she had her own private suite—with a Jaccuzi whirlpool and room service at her disposal—without Lorenzo even bothering to ask the price. He’d even tipped the bellboy to bring up her small overnight bag.

      If she hadn’t been so exhausted, she might have enjoyed staying in the lap of luxury. As it was, all she needed was hot and cold running water and a bed. Peeling off her clothes, she stepped into the shower and washed the dirt from what felt like three continents from her body. Fifteen minutes later, she fell in bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

      Dead to the world, she didn’t know anything until the next morning, when there was a loud banging at the door. Startled, she jumped awake, her heart pounding. “What in the world—”

      “Eliza?! Dammit, open this door! I need to talk to you!”

      Not what in the world, but who, she thought with a groan. What was wrong with the man? It was barely eight o’clock in the morning and they weren’t supposed to meet in the lobby until nine-thirty since she couldn’t get in touch with Willy until after ten. So what was so important that he had to talk to her now?

      Muttering curses under her breath—she and the Duke were going to have to get a few things straight!—she rolled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and marched to the door. Her green eyes blazing, she jerked it open and glared at him. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Do you even care that you’re waking up everybody on this floor? What is wrong with you?”

      “I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” he growled. Snapping open the morning paper, he held it up right in front of her nose. “This! You’ve got some explaining to do, lady. Where would you like to start?”

      Her eyes on the bold headline spread across the front page of the morning edition of the Denver Sentinel, Eliza hardly heard him. Prince Lucas Alive! she read with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Duke And Reporter Follow New Leads In Search.

      And there, right below the headlines, was a very flattering picture of Lorenzo.

      Chapter 4

      “Well, hell,” she sighed. This was just what they needed. They didn’t have a clue what circumstances Prince Lucas was in or what was preventing him from getting in touch with his family, which was why the investigation had to be done quietly. And now with Lorenzo’s picture splashed all over the paper, that was going to be impossible. “This is great. Just great.”

      And she knew exactly who to blame. Simon.

      Oh, he’d claim he’d just picked up the story from the wire service, but she knew better. She’d been very careful to make sure that she’d told no one about the scarf СКАЧАТЬ