His Pregnant Princess Bride. Catherine Mann
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Название: His Pregnant Princess Bride

Автор: Catherine Mann

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Desire

isbn: 9781474038447

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      “And yet, here I am.” And in need of privacy out of the bright Louisiana sun and the even brighter curious eyes of his team and staff. She needed space and courage to tell him why she’d made this unexpected journey across the Atlantic to this muggy bayou state. “This is not an official royal visit.”

      “And you’re not in uniform.” His eyes glided over her wraparound dress.

      “I’m out of the service now to begin furthering my studies.” About to return to school to be a nurse-practitioner, the career field she’d hoped to pursue in the military, but they would not allow her such an in-the-field position, instead preferring to dress her up and trot her around as a figurehead translator. “I am here for a conference on homeopathic herbs and scents.” A part of her passion in the nursing field, and a totally made-up excuse for being here today.

      “The homeopathic scents for healing, right? Are you here to share specially scented deodorant with my players? Because they could certainly use it.” His mouth tipped with a smile.

      “Are you interested in such a line?” Still jet-lagged from the transatlantic flight, she was ill prepared to exchange pleasantries, much less ones filled with taunts at her career choice.

      “Is that why you are here? For business before you start your new degree?”

      She could not just banter with him. She simply could not. “Please, can we go somewhere private to talk?”

      He searched her eyes for a long moment before gesturing over his shoulder. “I’m in the middle of a meeting with sponsors. How about supper?”

      “I am not here for seduction,” she stated bluntly.

      “Okay.” His eyebrows shot upward. “I thought I asked you to join me for gumbo not sex. But now that we’re talking about sex—”

      “We are not.” She cut him short. “Finish your meeting if you must, but I need to speak with you as soon as possible. Privately. Unless you want your personal business and mine overheard by all of your team straining to listen.”

      She definitely was not ready for them to hear she was pregnant with the heir to the Reynaud family dynasty.

      * * *

      She was back. Princess Erika, the sexy seductress who’d filled his dreams since they’d parted ways nearly three months ago. And even though he should be paying attention to the deal with his sponsors, he could not tear his eyes away from her. From the swish of her curves and hips. And the long platinum-blond hair that made her look completely otherworldly.

      He needed to focus, but damn. She was mesmerizing.

      And apparently, every team member on the field was also aware of that fact. From their top wide receiver Wildcard to running back Freight Train.

      Gervais turned his attention back to finishing up his conversation with the director of player personnel—Beau Durant—responsible for draft picks, trades, acquiring the right players and negotiating contracts. An old college friend, Beau shared his friend’s interest in running a football team. He took a businesslike, numbers approach to the job and wed that with his personal interest in football. Like Gervais, he had a position in his family’s multinational corporation, but football was his obsession.

      “Gervais, I’d love to stay and chat, but we have another meeting to get to. We’ll be in touch,” his former college roommate promised.

      “Perfect, Beau. Thank you,” he said, offering him a sincere handshake. Beau’s eyes were on the princess even if he didn’t ask the obvious question. Beau was an all-business kind of guy who never pried. He’d always said he didn’t want others sticking their noses in his private life, either.

      The eyes of the whole damn team remained on the princess, in fact. Which made Gervais steam with protectiveness.

      He barked over to his half brother, the head coach, “Dempsey, don’t your boys have something better to do than stand around drooling over a woman like pimply teenage boys?”

      Dempsey smirked. “All right, men. Back to practice. You can stare at pretty girls on someone else’s time. Now, move!” Henri Reynaud, the Hurricanes’ quarterback and Gervais’s brother, shot him a look of half amusement. But he slung his helmet back on and began to make his way into formation. The Bayou Bomber, a nickname Henri had earned during his college days at LSU, would not be so easily dissuaded from his obvious curiosity.

      Dempsey scratched some numbers out on his paper. Absently, he asked, “What’s with the royal visit?”

      “We have some...unresolved issues from our time in England.”

      “Your time together?” Dempsey’s wicked grin spread, and he clucked his tongue.

      He might as well come clean in an understated way. The truth would be apparent soon enough. “We had a quiet...relationship.”

      “Very damn quiet if I didn’t hear about it.” Crossing his arms, he did his best to look hurt.

      “You were busy with the team. As it should be.”

      “So you have some transcontinental dating relationship with Europe’s most eligible princess?”

      “Reading the tabloids again, Dempsey?”

      “Gotta keep up with my players’ antics somehow.” He shrugged it off.

      “Well, don’t let her hear you discussing her eligibility. She’s military. She might well be able to kick your ass.”

      “Military, huh? That’s surprising.”

      “She said male royals serve. Why not females? She just finished up her time.” Which had seemed to bother her. He understood well about trying to find where you fit in a high-profile family.

      “Carole Montemarte, the Hurricanes’ press relations coordinator, will have a blast spinning that for the media. Royalty for a girlfriend? Nice, dude. And she chased you clear across the ocean. You are quite the man.”

      Except that didn’t make sense. She’d ignored his calls after he left the country. Granted, what they’d shared blew his mind, and he didn’t have the time or energy for a transcontinental relationship. So his calls had been more...obligatory. Had she known that? Was that the reason she’d ignored him?

      So why show up here now?

      He sure as hell intended to find out.

       Two

      Limos were something of the norm for Erika. Part of the privilege of growing up royal. This should feel normal, watching the sunset while being chauffeured in the limo Gervais had sent to retrieve her from her hotel. Half of her childhood had been spent in the backseat of a limo as she and her family went from one event to another.

      But today was anything but normal. As she pulled at the satin fabric of her dress, her СКАЧАТЬ