Royals Untamed!. Annie West
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now. Time had passed. They’d found each other again. What happened next was up to them.
Alex pointed back to her soup. ‘Better eat that before it gets cold.’
She nodded and picked up her spoon. ‘This makes me feel as if I’m in one of those boarding schools that Enid Blyton wrote about and we’re having a midnight feast.’
His brow wrinkled. ‘She was a kids’ author, wasn’t she? I must have missed those books.’ He gave her a wink. ‘Boarding school wasn’t so bad.’
‘You went to boarding school?’ She was fascinated.
‘Not until I was twelve. I went to primary school here in Euronia. The same one that I’m planning on sending Annabelle to.’
Her bread was poised over the cup. ‘Do you plan on sending her to boarding school when she’s older?’
It was almost as if a little breeze had chilled her skin. It was all right joking about these things, but the thought of Annabelle going to boarding school in a few years made her blood run cold.
‘I don’t know that much about girls’ boarding schools. Maybe... I’d need to see how she was doing first.’
It was a touch of relief, but not enough. She had no business saying anything. But she didn’t care.
‘I don’t think you should.’ The words were out before she’d thought about them.
‘You don’t?’
He seemed surprised. But the atmosphere between them was still relaxed. She felt able to continue.
‘I just wonder if that will be the right environment for Annabelle.’ She leaned across the table and touched his arm. ‘I’ve something to tell you about today.’
‘What is it?’
She gave him a smile. ‘Today, when I was at the nursery watching Annabelle, I’m almost sure she spoke to another child.’
‘What?’
She nodded. ‘She was with a little boy. They were playing together. I was at the other side of the nursery but I saw her look up and her lips moved. The little boy’s head snapped up, so she must have said something. But at that point she resorted to signing again. It was almost as if his reaction reminded her that she didn’t talk.’
Alex looked as if he could hardly believe her. His face was a mixture of surprise and relief. ‘But you didn’t actually hear her?’
‘No. I was too far away—and, believe me, it’s bedlam in the nursery. The noise levels are incredible.’
‘So, this is good. Isn’t it?’
‘I hope so. It’s one of the concepts of selective mutism that in some situations children will talk and in others they won’t.’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think that I can see changes all the time, Alex. They’re slow, but steady. In my head, Annabelle is a little flower with all its petals tightly closed. It’s only now that she’s starting to bloom. We need to nurture her. We need to keep letting her develop at her own pace, her own speed.’
He nodded. ‘I think so too. I didn’t want to say anything, but when we were flicking through the pictures the other day it was almost as if the “mmm” sound was hovering around her lips. It wasn’t quite there, it wasn’t quite formed, but I could almost hear it in the air around us.’
‘You think she was going to say Mum?’
He gave a rueful smile. His fingers moved. She was still touching his hand and this time he interlinked his fingers with hers.
‘You think I’m just being silly? Is it just a father’s wishful thinking?’
She shook her head. He was so sincere.
‘I think you’re being the same as any parent, Alex. You’re putting the welfare of your child first.’
‘And so are you.’
He said the words so quietly they took a few seconds to sink into her brain.
His bright blue eyes were fixed on her. The implication was clear. Alex was acknowledging something that she hadn’t yet acknowledged herself.
Her other hand was still poised over the soup, with the already sodden piece of bread threatening to fall into the cup. Her hand was trembling. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his.
She dropped the bread in the soup and pushed it away. The library was mainly dark, the gardens outside giving only a glimmer of deep gold light. But it didn’t matter how dim the light was—the only thing she could fixate on right now was him.
His other hand stretched over and tangled in her hair. She sucked in a breath as he stroked the back of her neck. Every part of her skin was tingling.
He moved. It was only one step but he was kissing her, pulling her up into his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck. Last time he’d kissed her they’d been on the yacht. Tension had been in the air all around them. This time it was different.
This felt like the most natural thing in the world. Every touch of his fingers sent shivers down her spine, building expectation.
This didn’t feel as if a man with a kingdom was kissing her. This felt as though Alex was kissing her. Alex whom she’d met in Paris all those years ago.
The man she’d watched change over the last few weeks and months. The man who’d taken on board what she’d told him about his child and tried to make changes. He respected her opinion. He’d taken her seriously.
She didn’t feel as if she were there as a paid employee any more. It felt like so much more. This felt natural. This felt right. This felt as if it were the place she was supposed to be.
He pulled away and looked down at her. He was smiling. The twinkle in his eyes was back.
‘Ruby Wetherspoon...?’
She blinked, not quite sure where this was going. His voice was serious, but the smile hadn’t moved from his face. It was almost as if he knew the answer before he asked the question.
‘Yes?’
All she could concentrate on right now was the heat of his body against hers. She didn’t care that she was wearing ratty clothes. She didn’t care that her hair was a mess. All she cared about was the fact she was in Alex’s arms.
‘Would you do me the honour of coming to Euronia’s Annual Charity Ball with me?’
Her throat instantly dried and she wanted to lick her lips. But she couldn’t because Alex was kissing her again.
It was almost as if he knew that for a fraction of a second she’d be filled with doubts and he was determined to kiss them away.
This was the first official function he’d invited her to. They’d spent lots of time together—lots of time alone and with Annabelle—but this would be the first time Alex sent a message to the world.
He’d told her he would give her time. And she’d known that he needed time too.
But that time had passed. It felt as if they were both on an even footing. Both in a place where things could develop in the way they wanted.
So she said the thing that felt the most natural to her in the world.
‘Yes, Alex. I’d love to.’
THE DRESS WAS BEAUTIFUL. More stunning than anything she could have imagined.
Red satin, with a ruched sweetheart bodice encrusted with silver crystals. It hung from the wardrobe door, the crystals glittering and sending