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“Yes, but that isn’t what’s best for the baby. I’m going to be a father. From now on, I have to put his or her best interests first.”
She had a sudden, unsettling thought. “My family isn’t making you do this, are they? Did they threaten you?”
“This has nothing to do with your family.” He took her hand and held it between his two. “This is what I want, Annie. What I think is best for everyone. We have to at least try, for the baby’s sake.”
She was thrilled to the center of her being … and drowning in a churning sea of guilt. If she had just acted responsibly, if she hadn’t lied about being protected, they wouldn’t be in this situation. He wouldn’t be forced to give up everything that he had worked so hard for.
What if it was a decision he regretted someday and he grew to resent her and the baby? But what if he didn’t? What if they fell in love and lived a long and happy life together?
She folded her other hand over his two. “Sam, are you sure about this? Because once we’re married, that’s it. A divorce can only be granted with the consent of the king.”
“Let’s try this another way,” he said, then he dropped down on one knee in front of her and produced a diamond ring from his pants pocket.
She could hardly believe that this was really happening. It was a real, honest-to-goodness proposal.
He took her hand, looked deep in her eyes. “Will you marry me, Annie?”
There was only one answer she could give him. “Of course I’ll marry you, Sam.”
Grinning, he slid the ring on her finger. It was fashioned from white gold with a round cut diamond deeply set and surrounded by smaller stones. Despite its shine it was clearly an antique, not to mention exquisitely beautiful.
“Oh, Sam, it’s amazing.”
“It was my great-grandmother’s,” he said.
“We must have the same size finger,” she said, turning her hand to watch it sparkle. “It’s a perfect fit.”
“I had it sized.”
“But how did you know what size to make it?”
“Princess Louisa.”
“You asked my sister?”
“Is that okay?”
“Of course. I just can’t believe she didn’t say anything. She’s horrible at keeping secrets.”
“I guess she wanted our moment to be special.”
“It is.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him and he hugged her back just as hard. It felt so good to hold him, to be close to him. It felt like … coming home. And she realized, she was truly happy. The happiest she had been in a long, long time. Maybe ever.
It was astonishing how, out of such a complicated situation, something so fantastic could arise. Ideally, he would have slipped sentiments of love somewhere between the rationale, but she was sure that would come later. Not that she believed it would be all smooth sailing. She knew that marriages took work and this one would be no exception. But they seemed to be off to a fairly good start under the circumstances.
“I know he’s not well, but if at all possible, I’d like to be there when you tell the king and queen,” Sam said. “I’d like to do this by the book and have the chance to ask for your hand.”
His words made her practically burst with joy, because he would be giving her father something he had always looked forward to. “We’ll go to them tomorrow,” she said, already excited at the prospect, because she knew that her parents would be thrilled for her. Even if Sam was a politician. And they would be so excited about the baby.
“Needless to say, we should have the wedding soon,” he said. “I was thinking next week.”
That was really soon, but he was right. The sooner the better. It would have to be a small ceremony, if for no other reason than her father’s health. It was the reason Louisa had kept her own wedding small and intimate, despite having always dreamed of a huge, traditional affair.
Not one to like being in the spotlight, Anne would be quite content with small and simple. That didn’t mean there weren’t a million things to do to prepare.
Her mind was suddenly flooded with all the plans they had to make and the short amount of time they had to make them. Where would they have the ceremony and who would they invite? And would the king be well enough to walk her down the aisle? And what about a honeymoon? Where would they—
That thought brought her mind to a screeching halt.
What about the honeymoon? And even more important, the wedding night?
Suddenly she was ultra-aware of Sam’s arms around her, his body pressed against hers. The heat of his palms on her back and the spicy scent of his aftershave.
Suddenly her heart was beating so hard and fast she was sure Sam must have felt it through her clothes and skin. And all she could think about was getting him naked again. Touching him and kissing him all over. He must have been able to read her mind, because his breath hitched and his arms tightened around her.
“So, I guess this means that we don’t have to keep our relationship platonic any longer,” she said.
“Funny,” he said. “But I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
Thank God. Because frankly, a marriage without sex would be bloody awful.
She turned her face into the crook of his neck and kissed the side of his throat, could feel the heavy thump-thump of his pulse against her lips, and knew that he was just as aroused as she was. “We could make love right now if we wanted to.”
“We could,” he agreed, groaning when she nipped him with her teeth. She felt as though she wanted to eat him alive. Swallow him whole. She lifted her head, and the second she did he captured her lips with his own, but instead of the slick, ravenous kiss she was expecting, hoping for even, his lips rubbed softly, almost sweetly over hers. He kissed her chin and her throat, working his way down.
“Take me into your bedroom,” she urged, sliding her hands up to tangle in the curls at his nape, feeling so hot she could burst into flames. “Right now.”
“God knows I want you,” he said, brushing his lips over her collarbone. “I’ve wanted you since that night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
“You can have me. Right now.”
He trailed his way back up to her mouth and whispered against her lips, “Or we could wait until we’re married.”
She groaned her disappointment. She wasn’t even sure she could wait. “I feel as though I might go out of my mind if I can’t have you right now.”
“All the more reason to wait,” he said, sounding far too rational. “Think of how special it would be on our wedding night.”
She opened her eyes to look at him and smiled. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
He grinned. “Poke fun all you want, but you know I’m right.”
Yes, he was right. Not that anything about their relationship up to this point could be called conventional. She might have worried that he just didn’t want her, and was trying to let her down gently, but the tent in his pants and the color in his cheeks said he was just as aroused as she was.
“Is that really what you want?”
He took her hands from around his neck and held them, his expression earnest. “I think we should wait.”
It was clear that this wasn’t an easy decision for him to make, and if she pushed the issue he would probably cave and make passionate love to her all night long. She didn’t really understand why this was so important to him, but it clearly was. Besides, what was a few more days?
She would respect his wishes and wait for her wedding night, she decided grudgingly. But that didn’t mean she had to like it.
Five
Anne was barely home for five minutes that evening when Louisa knocked on her bedroom door. It was nearly eleven—well past Louisa and Garrett’s usual bedtime. Garrett had taken over management of all the royal family’s vast farmlands so their brother Aaron could go to medical school, so he rose well before sunrise every morning. Not to mention that Louisa and Garrett were still newlyweds. They were constantly holding hands and touching. Sharing secret smiles and longing glances, as though they couldn’t wait to be alone.
Anne would even admit to being jealous a time or two. But soon it would be her turn.
“You’re up late,” Anne said, pretending she had no idea why Louisa was so eager to speak to her, keeping her hand casually behind her, so she wouldn’t see the ring.
“I just wondered how your date went,” Louisa said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.
“Technically it wasn’t a date,” Anne said, walking to the bed and sitting down with her hands under her thighs. “We just had things to discuss.”
Louisa sat beside her. “What did you talk about?”
“The baby mostly.”
“That’s it?” Louisa hedged.
“Pretty much,” she said, then added casually, “Oh, and he asked me to marry him.”
Louisa squealed so loudly Anne was sure the entire castle heard her. “Oh my God! Congratulations! What did you say?”
She shrugged. “I told him I would think about it.”
Louisa gasped in horror, looking as though she wanted to throttle her. “You didn’t!”
“Of course not.” She grinned and pulled her hand from under her leg, flashing Louisa the ring. “I said yes.”
Louisa threw her arms around Anne and hugged her. “I am so happy for you, Annie. You and Sam are going to be perfect together.”
“I really hope so,” Anne said.
Louisa held her at arm’s length. “You will. If you believe it, it’ll happen.”
She wished that were true, that it were that easy. “I just keep thinking about you and Aaron and Chris. You all found the perfect person for you—you’re all so happy.”
“And you will be, too.”
“It just seems as though every family has at least one person who goes through life always ruining relationships. What if I’m that person? I’ve always been so negative. What if I don’t deserve to be happy?”
“After all we’ve been through with our father, don’t you think we all deserve some happiness? Besides, nothing is predetermined. Your life is what you make of it.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. Up until now, I’ve made a mess of it. Especially my love life.”
“That was just bad luck. You just happened to meet a string of jerks. But anyone who knows Sam will tell you he’s a great guy. And he’ll be a fantastic husband and father.”
Anne didn’t doubt that at all. She never would have accepted his proposal otherwise. It was herself she was worried about. For the first time in her life she had a real shot at happiness—and she was terrified that she would find a way to screw it up.
“I’m sure you’re right,” she told Louisa.
“Of course I am,” she said, as if there was never a doubt. Her relentless optimism never ceased to amaze Anne.
After Louisa went back to her room, Anne changed into her softest pajamas and crawled into bed, but her mind was still moving a million miles an hour and she was practically bursting with excitement. Thinking that a cup of tea might soothe her nerves, she climbed out of bed and put on her robe. The halls of the castle were silent but for the muffled wail of a baby crying from Chris and Melissa’s room. Five months from now Anne could look forward to the same. She and Sam, she reminded herself with a smile.
She expected the kitchen to be empty and was surprised, when she switched on the light, to find their butler, Geoffrey, sitting at the butcher-block table. He squinted at the sudden bright light.
“I’m sorry,” Anne said. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No need to apologize,” he said. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair and his tie hung loose around his neck. In front of him sat a bottle of scotch and a half-full highball glass. “What brings you down here at this late hour, Your Highness?”
“Couldn’t sleep. I thought I would make some tea.”
“You should have called down,” he scolded. “I’d have brought it to you.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
He rose and gestured to an empty chair. “Sit. I’ll make it for you.”
Because this was Geoffrey’s domain, and he could be a little territorial, she did as he asked. She gestured to his drink and said, “Rough day?”
“Worse than some, better than others.” He put the kettle on to boil. “How about you? “
“Actually, I had a very good day.”
He pulled a cup down from the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in. “Would that have something to do with a certain young man and that ring on your finger?”
“It might.” She should have realized he would notice the ring. Geoffrey didn’t miss a thing. He may have been getting up in years, but he was still sharp as a tack. He had been with the family since before she was born and in some ways she had come to think of him as a second father. As far as she knew he had no family of his own, no one to care for him if he ever became incapacitated. But after so many years of loyal service, he would always have a place at the castle with the royal family.
“I suppose you heard about the baby.”
“I might have,” he said cryptically, but knowing him, he’d probably suspected all along.
“Are you disappointed in me?”
“If you had murdered someone, I would have been disappointed in you. A child is a blessing.”
“Yes, but I know you have … traditional values.”
He poured boiling water into her cup then set it on the table in front of her. “Then I suppose you’ll be surprised to learn that I was once in a similar situation.”
Surprised? For a moment she was too stunned to even respond. She never knew him to have a girlfriend, much less a pregnant one. He’d never spoken of any family. “I—I had no idea.”
He sat across from her. “It was many years ago. Before I came to work here.”
“You have a child?”
He nodded. “His name is Richard.”
