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Название: The Mills & Boon Ultimate Christmas Collection

Автор: Kate Hardy

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon e-Book Collections

isbn: 9781474095891

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СКАЧАТЬ drew together. ‘Why?’ Then she looked down, looked up at the light, looked down again, and turned the colour of a radish.

      This was the moment he should retire to his bedroom. He should be far away from her, not fighting the urge to pin her to the passageway wall and strip that nightdress off her.

      ‘I think you must use brighter light bulbs than we use in the palace,’ she whispered after moments of painful silence. Strangely, she made no effort to cover herself or step out from under the light and her eyes held his.

      It was only Clotilde appearing from the left, a bone china cup and saucer in hand—someone in his household must have bought them in especially for the Princess because, as far as he was aware, everyone in his household drank from mugs, himself included—that broke the tension between them.

      Catalina stepped immediately out of the light bulb’s glare and, with only the smallest of catches in her voice, thanked Clotilde.

      Clotilde, blissfully unaware that she had walked into anything—nothing, he reprimanded himself sharply; she hadn’t interrupted anything—beamed and turned to Nathaniel. ‘Can I get you a hot chocolate too? Or fix you a nightcap?’

      ‘I’ll fix my own when I’m ready.’ Nodding at them both without making eye contact, he bid them goodnight and disappeared to his bedroom.

      * * *

      Catalina sat in her bed, flicking through one of the magazines that Clotilde had left after sitting in the bedroom while Catalina had had a bath. Starting from tomorrow she was going to start easing Clotilde’s attempts to win a Companion of the Year Award and start learning to do things for herself. So far, any attempt at independence other than brushing her own hair had been neatly sidestepped.

      While she read, she tried to focus her mind on things she could do to fill her time. As her royal engagements were cancelled until after the baby was born, she would need to find something to keep her occupied. The long days stretched ahead of her interminably. She needed to broach the subject with Nathaniel. But not in her nightdress.

      Heat flamed her cheeks as she remembered standing before him and the stark realisation the passageway’s lighting had caused her nightdress to become see-through. Then heat flamed a more intimate part of her as she remembered the look in his eyes. That had been hunger there. She’d recognised it. She’d seen it the night they’d conceived their child.

      It was that hunger that kept her eyes flickering to the door and her senses alert for any approaching footstep.

      Would this be the night he came to her? Would he knock on her door, intent on the consummation of their marriage?

      Would she let him or would she say no? Royal wives of Monte Cleure were not supposed to deny their husbands. She might have married a commoner but she was still a royal princess. Legally, she was Nathaniel’s property and would remain so until their divorce was finalised. Unless her father actively cast her out and stripped her of her HRH title, she remained bound by her palace’s constitutional laws...

      It occurred to her that the constitutional laws only applied while she was on Monte Cleure...

      She heard a noise and stopped breathing, her heart setting off at a canter.

      After long seconds of silence she lay back against the headboard and closed her eyes, willing her pulse to slow.

      No, she couldn’t swear that if he came into her room and climbed into her bed she wouldn’t open her arms and welcome him.

      And neither could she swear that she wouldn’t freeze him out and demand he leave.

      She never got the chance to find out what she would do.

      Three hours later when midnight was but a distant memory, her tired brain finally switched off and went to sleep.

      Her weary but aching heart still hurt when she awoke the next morning.

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