A Royal Marriage. Cara Colter

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СКАЧАТЬ though reluctantly. Crenshaw lowered his eyes and said, “We’ll do whatever we can.”

      “Thank you,” Montague said. He turned to her, and his eyes were warm again, sympathetic. “Now, are you all right?”

      “Yes, I’m fine.” But to her horror, just as she said the words she began to shake like a fall leaf in a breeze. She looked away from him, looked frantically at her watch. “Good grief, I’m late. I must go.”

      “You aren’t driving anywhere in this condition,” he informed her levelly. “I’ll take you where you need to go.”

      “No, I couldn’t. Not possibly. My car—”

      “I’ll have one of my staff return the car to you.”

      “Really, no.”

      “Is it because I’m a stranger to you?” he asked.

      She wanted to tell him she felt as though she had known him always, especially when his voice became so gentle as it was right now. She shook her head, unable to speak.

      “Don’t worry,” Crenshaw said, eavesdropping shamelessly. “I seen you together. If you turn up missing, his Royal Highness will be my primary suspect.”

      “I don’t find that amusing,” Montague snapped.

      Crenshaw looked sulky. “Just trying to add a little levity, sir.”

      “Quit trying! Her sister is missing. I have a sister, too, whom I love dearly, whom I would lay down my life for, if I had to. I know how I would feel if she was missing, and there is absolutely nothing funny about it.”

      “Well, I guess I’ve been shown my place,” Crenshaw said. A rat-like glint of malice appeared in the darkness of his eyes.

      Montague ignored him and turned back to Rachel. “Please. Allow me to see you home.”

      “He don’t have the right of primae noctis in Thortonburg, Rachel,” Crenshaw said.

      Rachel gasped at this reference to the feudal custom of the lord of the land having first union with its young maidens. Not, she thought ridiculously, that she qualified.

      She watched as Montague turned slowly and deliberately back to Crenshaw. “I beg your pardon?”

      “Besides, the tabs all say that the womenfolks are pretty safe since the prince’s wife died. Grieving, he is. But I understand the bookies are taking odds on who your parents are going to match you up with. Sir.”

      Montague leaned his expensively clad elbows on the counter and leaned across it, almost casually.

      But Rachel was not fooled and neither was Crenshaw who took a wary half step back.

      “I told you once before I don’t find you amusing. I don’t often find it necessary to repeat myself,” Montague said, his tone quiet but nonetheless low and lethal.

      Crenshaw shot Rachel a look that somehow made this all her fault before he looked thoughtfully at his feet and said, “I’ve known Rachel since she was a baby. We’re practically family. That’s why I was kidding with her.”

      Rachel looked hard at him. Practically family?

      “In fact, Rachel, your father said you might be wanting a job. Clerical, right? I’m pretty sure I could dig up something here for you.”

      How like her father, she thought, not to mention that she was a technical writer. He’d been angry when she had not followed through on her teaching degree, ignored the fact she had obtained at least a little success in her chosen field. Now he’d told Crenshaw any old clerical position would do. She didn’t want to think about the fact if she did not turn up a contract soon that might be true. She hoped she would never be desperate enough to work in this bleak place.

      “No thanks,” she said firmly.

      Crenshaw looked insulted, shot Montague one more look loaded with resentment, and then said, “Well, excuse me, Your Royal Holiness. If that’s all, I have business elsewhere.”

      “Good,” Damon Montague said evenly, not rising to the bait of being addressed with such officious incorrectness. “I thought you might.” He did not turn away from the counter until Crenshaw had scuttled away, and closed the door behind himself. “How unfortunate that a man like that ends up a police officer. He needs to be reminded he has taken an oath to protect and serve, not bully and insult.”

      He turned back to Rachel with a wry smile that gave lie to the lethal anger she had seen in his eyes only moments ago.

      “He’s always been somewhat disagreeable,” she said.

      “He said he was a family friend.”

      “I think our definitions of friendship differ,” she said. “He was a student of my father’s many years ago. My father is the headmaster at Thortonburg Academy. They’ve been friends for many years.”

      He nodded, then said softly, “Will you allow me to see you home? Please?”

      It really seemed too ludicrous that Prince Damon Montague, eldest child of Prince Charles Montague of Roxbury, was begging to take her home.

      It was a gift, really. A page pulled out of a fairy tale and dropped at her feet, humbly clad, no glass slippers. Only a fool would say no.

      “No,” she said. Even Cinderella had the good sense to run.

      “I really can’t allow you to drive in the condition you’re in.”

      “I’m not in bad condition!”

      He laced his fingers through hers, briefly, and they both felt the trembling. Only one of them knew that she was no longer trembling out of shock and fear, but from the awakening of a heart, long left sleeping, now shaking off its slumber.

      As if she’d been kissed by a prince.

      You are mixing your fairy tales, Rachel, she told herself sternly.

      “Do you have any authority in Thortonburg?” she asked, hiding in her teasing note the quaking of her heart, ordering herself fiercely not to overreact to a random act of kindness from a stranger.

      He laughed, and the sound of it was rich and warm, and made her very aware that her life, aside from the pure joy of Carly, had become bleak and worry-filled. At times the drudgery of working and caring for a baby, trying to stretch limited funds and even more limited time, made her feel strung as tight as a bow string about to launch an arrow.

      “I don’t think so. I just want to play knight to your damsel in distress. What do you say?”

      No wonder this encounter was catching her so off guard. She was vulnerable. Still, she could not say no again. It had taken too much to do it the first time, used every ounce of her will power. She surrendered. “I’d like a ride home very much, Prince Montague.”

      “My friends call me Damon.”

      “I don’t think we qualify as friends.”

      “Maybe СКАЧАТЬ