Royal Seductions: Diamonds. Michelle Celmer
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Of course he did. His actions yesterday proved his affection for her. There had to be a logical reason. A hunting trip to disguise business, maybe? Some secret trip no one could know the truth about?
There was no way he would just leave her.
Her distress must have shown, because Miss Pryce looked suddenly alarmed. “If it’s an emergency—”
“No. No emergency.” She forced a smile. The last thing she wanted was for her assistant to know how deeply her feelings had been hurt. “It can wait until he returns.” Hannah gestured to the sofa. “Shall we get started?”
Hannah sat, and Elizabeth lowered herself stiffly beside her. Apparently it was going to take time for her to relax in Hannah’s presence. Baby steps.
“So, what’s on the schedule for today?”
“You meet with the decorator at eleven o’clock, followed by a luncheon at one with the wives of the heads of state.”
“That sounds nice.” She would be sure to skim the files Elizabeth brought so she could pluck at least a few of their names from memory. “What next?”
She went on, but Hannah was only half listening. Her mind was still stuck on Phillip’s abrupt disappearance. Was it possible that he wasn’t hunting at all? That he might be with another woman? And what if it was the mystery woman who wouldn’t stop staring at her?
She dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it formed. Now she was being paranoid and silly.
She wasn’t so naive as to believe that Phillip had saved himself for her. But he’d had the decency to keep that aspect of his life quite discreet. Which told her that he was a man of integrity. And men of integrity were faithful to their significant others.
Finding suspicion with his every action would only make her life miserable.
She was sure that if he had to leave, it was for a good reason. Though Phillip was her fiancé, and would later be her husband, he was a king first and foremost. A servant to his country. That was a fact she would have to accept.
This brief absence would just make them appreciate each other that much more when he returned.
This is just a hiccup, she assured herself. Everything would work out just the way she’d planned.
Phillip stood on the steps leading to the garden, an unseasonably warm breeze ruffling the collar of his shirt, his attention on his future wife.
She sat on a blanket in the shade of a tree whose leaves had just begun to change, legs folded underneath her, hair tumbling in silky chestnut waves down her back. She wore a simple slip dress the exact shade of amber as the turning leaves.
He stepped down onto the grass and walked toward her, finding himself mesmerized by her beauty, intrigued by the intense desire to be near her. To touch her again. In profile, her features looked finely boned and elegant. Regal and confident, with a hint of softness that he found undeniably appealing.
Fine breeding stock, his mother had assured him when the pairing had been suggested and he had yet to meet Hannah, or even see a photo of her. He recalled thinking at the time that his mother could have been describing a head of cattle, not a future member of the family.
Beside her on the blanket sat a pile of binders, and one lay open across her lap. She was so engrossed in whatever it was she was reading, she didn’t hear him approach.
“Good afternoon.”
She let out a squeak of surprise and the folder tumbled from her lap onto the ground. When she looked up and saw it was him standing there, she scrambled to her feet, which he noticed were bare.
“I’m sorry,” she said and executed a slightly wobbly curtsy. “You startled me.”
As she straightened, her hair slipped across her shoulders, thick and shiny, resting in loose spirals atop the swell of her breasts. It all but begged to be touched and his fingers itched to tangle in the silky ribbons. From that day forward he would insist that she never wear it up again.
“If I startled you, perhaps I should be the one apologizing,” he said.
She clasped her hands in front of her, her lip clamped between her teeth, but behind it he could see the shadow of a smile. “You’re back sooner than I expected.”
Despite that, he would have anticipated her to be angry with him. Seeing as how he had left so abruptly. Instead, she seemed genuinely happy to see him.
It had been selfish and insensitive of him to leave her alone, but a lesson she needed to learn. It was best she understand that he had no intention of changing his habits simply because he had a wife. This was an arrangement, a business deal of sorts. The sooner she realized and accepted that, the better off they would both be.
Which did little to explain why, as she’d pointed out, he was home three days early.
“I had to cut my trip short,” he told her.
“Bad weather?” she asked. And, to his look of confusion, added, “Miss Pryce said you don’t like to hunt in bad weather.”
The weather on the opposite end of the island where the hunting cabin was located had been much like it was here. Idyllic. Clear skies and temperatures ten degrees above the usual for late September. And though the company had been equally adequate—he looked forward to trips with his cousin, when he could relax and just be Phillip—this time he’d felt restless and bored.
“Stop acting like an ass and go home to your fiancée,” Charles had urged after having his head all but snapped off for the umpteenth time in two days.
Indignant at first, Phillip was now glad that he’d listened. Best he enjoy the novelty of this relationship while it lasted.
And just for fun, he planned to test the values to which she clung so firmly.
“If you prefer,” he said, “I could go back.”
“N-no, of course not, I just…” She noticed his wry grin, and flashed a somewhat shy smile of her own. “You’re teasing me.”
He nodded.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
Oddly enough, so was he.
He gestured to the work she’d abandoned on the blanket. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“Not at all. I had some spare time and thought I would catch up on my reading. And take advantage of the mild weather.”
“They’re keeping you busy?”
“Swamped. It seems as though I’ve had more meetings in the past three days than in the last two years. And I’ve met so many new people, their faces and names all blur together. Every time I get a free minute or two, I try to study the profiles.”
“I was thinking, since it is such a beautiful day, that you might like to take a walk around the grounds with me.”
“I would love to, but…” She glanced from him, to the palace, then to the delicate gold watch on her left wrist.
“Is there a problem?”
“I have a meeting with the decorator in fifteen minutes, then the wedding coordinator after that.”
“Not anymore.”
She blinked with confusion. “Pardon?”
“I told Miss Pryce to clear your schedule for the rest of the afternoon.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “You’re free for the remainder of the day.”
“Is that okay?” she asked. But before he could answer, she held up a hand and said, “I know, you’re the king. You make the rules.”
He smiled and held out his hand, found himself eager to touch her again.