Meant to Be Yours

by Susan Mallery

  “I know the first verse.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll sing.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  SEVERAL HOURS LATER, Cade drove them back to the ranch. Dinner with Pallas and Nick had gone well. Cade enjoyed his sister and her fiancé and liked how Beth fit in with them so easily. She and Pallas had brainstormed ideas for an upcoming wedding while he and Nick had talked sports.

  He and his sister had always been close. He’d missed her while he’d lived out of state. Coming home to the ranch had been its own reward, but being near Pallas again was a nice bonus. Nick was a good guy and he appreciated knowing Pallas was with someone who loved and respected her.

  Beth leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. As he glanced at her, she smiled.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Just enjoying the moment. I had a good day. Shopping for the tree was fun, dinner was great, the company was even better. Plus there was that second glass of wine.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I appreciate you driving.”

  “Happy to stick to one beer.”

  “When do you want to decorate the tree?”

  “How’s tomorrow night? We’ll leave it out in the garage until then. I’ll get out the lights and ornaments and we can have at it.”

  “It’s a date.”

  He liked the sound of that, along with having her close by. She was easy to be with, good with his horses. An unexpected find, and he was going to miss her when she returned to El Bahar.

  Thoughts formed in the back of his mind. No, not thoughts, questions. Would she be willing to stay? She hadn’t jumped at his hint of a job offer—and hiring someone he wanted to date seemed too weird anyway—but there had to be something to keep her here. She wasn’t sure about what to do with her life—couldn’t she be thinking about that here as easily as back in El Bahar? And most important of all, was it too soon to be having that conversation?

  He pulled into the driveway and hit the remote for the gate. When they reached the house, he drove around to the garage. Beth got out of the truck and began unfastening the ropes holding the tree in place. Once the tree was untied, they carried it inside. It was only when they were halfway to the garage that Cade realized she was carrying the heavy end.

  Beth, being Beth, hadn’t said a word about it. She was certainly strong enough—you couldn’t work around horses the way she did without developing muscle, but still. His mother would slap him upside the head if she knew.

  Once they had the tree in the garage, she held it steady while he cut a couple of inches off the trunk, then put it in the tree stand before going into the house.

  At the bottom of the stairs, they looked at each other. She smiled.

  “I had a really nice time today. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I did, too.”

  There was a lot more he wanted to say—like how much he was going to miss her and how he wanted to talk to her about maybe staying. Only the words suddenly didn’t seem all that important, not when he could lean over and kiss her.

  Her mouth was soft and yielding. When he drew her close, she sank into him and kissed him back. They stood there at the base of the stairs, holding on to each other, tongues tangling in the soft light of the living room lamp.

  After a few minutes, need threatened to overwhelm common sense and he drew back.

  “You should go up to bed,” he said, his voice husky. “I’m going to take care of some paperwork in my office.”

  Because if he went upstairs with her, he knew exactly what was going to happen.

  She stared at him, her blue eyes dark with passion. He read the indecision on her face and knew the right thing to say and do.

  “Go to bed.”

  She raised herself on tiptoe and pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth, then hurried up the stairs.

  He watched her go before retreating to the relative safety of his office. Once he was behind his desk, he leaned back in his chair and tried to figure out what to do next.

  Beth was an unexpected complication. Ever since the disaster that was Lynette, he’d avoided entanglements and had kept his relationships short and uncomplicated. Since returning to Happily Inc, he hadn’t dated anyone.

  In his head he knew that one day he was going to have to get over what had happened if he wanted to settle down and have a wife and family. In his heart, he’d been unwilling to take a chance. Until Beth...

  * * *

  “YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL, MOM,” Bethany said as she smiled at her computer.

  “I look old and tired,” Queen Liana said. “I usually enjoy a state dinner, but one of my tablemates was especially tedious tonight. International monetary policy has its place, but after two hours, one should learn to speak about something else.”

  “I’m sure you tried,” Bethany told her mother.

  “At least six times. He was not getting the hint.” Her mother pulled off her tiara and began to unfasten her earrings. “How are you doing, darling? Is everything all right?”

  “Rida threw Cade again.”

  “That horse. You spoiled him and now everyone has to pay the price.”

  “I know. I should have been more firm with him, but he never threw me.”

  “Yes, and he’s also not your horse, is he?”

  “Ouch.”

  Her mother looked contrite. “I’m sorry. That came out more harshly than I’d intended. I’m going to blame the monetary discussion. By the way, I spoke with your aunt Dora yesterday. The University of El Bahar is starting an International Women’s Studies program in the fall that goes through to the doctorate level.” Her mother paused expectantly.

  “That is very like Aunt Dora. Tell her congratulations.”

  “I did already, but that’s not the point.”

  Bethany pretended surprise. “It’s not?”

  Liana sighed. “You do love being difficult.”

  “I do. Very much. It’s fun.”

  “You could come home and go back to college right here in El Bahar,” her mother said pointedly. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

  “Yes, living with my parents and waiting for my father to arrange a marriage. It would be beyond great. How many camels do you think I’m worth?”

  Her mother studied her. “Bethany, you know we worry about you. You’re obviously not happy with what you’re doing and we want to help.”

  “I know, Mom. And while college is something I’m thinking about, I’m still not sure.”

  She hated to give up her work with her horses. But working at the royal stables wasn’t a long-term solution. Buying her own place was an option, but where? If she stayed in El Bahar, she would always be the king’s daughter. If she moved to the States, she wouldn’t know anyone. Maybe she should be more independent, but the thought of dropping herself into unknown territory was more than a little scary. As for Happily Inc, well, she was more than a little interested in any opportunities here, but what could they be? It wasn’t as if she could go to Cade and say “Hey, have you thought about taking on a partner? I happen to have a royal trust fund. Yay me.”

  “What, darling?” her mother asked. “You’re upset about something.”

  “I wish I hadn’t lied to Cade about who I am.” She held up her hand. “I know, I know. It’s on me. I’m the one who wanted to travel under an assumed name.”

  “You like him.”

  Not a question, but she answered anyway. “I do. He’s sweet and funny and he doesn’t get mad when Rida throws him.”

  “So tell him the truth.”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “Your grasp of English is excellent. I’m sure you can find the words.” Her mother’s smile faded. “Bethany, he’s going to find out eventually. Better to hear it from you.”

  “How is he going to find out? I head home in a few days and he’ll never se
e me again.” A reality that made her feel sick to her stomach. “It’s okay,” she added quickly. “I’ll be fine. I miss you and Dad and the boys.”

  “We all miss you, as well. Hurry home.”

  “I will. Bye, Mom.”

  They hung up. Bethany turned off her computer, then walked to the window. The truth was getting to be a heavier burden every day. She would decorate the tree with Cade tonight and tell him in the morning, no matter what. She had to. She really cared about him and until she came clean, she couldn’t begin to express her feelings. He would probably hate her, but that was her own fault. Every decision had consequences.

  * * *

  IT TOOK NEARLY an hour to untangle the lights. Bethany kept laughing at Cade’s frustration.

  “Why didn’t you coil them up last year?” she asked, doing her best not to grin.

  “I wasn’t here last year,” he grumbled. “This isn’t my fault. The tree should come prelit.”

  “You’ll have to take that up with God. To be honest, a prelit real tree would freak out most people.”

  “I’d like it.”

  “Well, then. It must be done.”

  They managed to string the lights. Cade opened boxes of ornaments. Some were old and delicate, wrapped in yellowing tissue paper. Others were from when he’d been a kid. One was a tiny handprint and there were several made of Popsicle sticks, and one kind of strange creature made from pipe cleaners.

  “I think that’s supposed to be a reindeer,” he said, sounding doubtful.

  “It kind of looks like a lizard, and it’s green. Why would a reindeer be green?”

  “I can’t believe you’re being critical of my work.”

  “I know. I’m a horrible person.”

  He opened another box filled with shiny ornaments from a discount store. “Are you mocking my creative ability? It’s already a sore subject. Nick is a famous artist. I’m doing the best I can, but sure, crush my childhood dreams.”

  She laughed. “Poor broken bunny.”

  “That’s me.”

  “Shall I kiss it and make it better?”

  She’d meant the comment to be teasing, but the second she spoke, the air became charged. Cade’s gaze sharpened and everything inside of her went still.

  Wanting flared to life. Wanting and need and a thousand other emotions that made her realize that sometime, when she hadn’t been paying attention, she’d fallen for this man.

  He reached for her and in that split second before his hand touched her body, she knew she had to make a choice: a single night or the truth. Because she couldn’t have both. And even knowing it was the wrong decision and one she might regret forever, she took a step toward him and raised her face for his kiss.

  * * *

  BETHANY HAD ONLY been with two men in her life. Cade made three. But to compare making love with him to what had gone on before was to compare a great ocean to a glass of water.

  He touched her gently, almost reverently, but with confidence that had her surrendering to him. He explored every inch of her, finding the places that made her gasp and moan, then taught her the same about himself. By the time dawn broke over the horizon, she was satiated, weak and unable to hide from the fact that she’d fallen totally in love with him.

  She got up to check on Rida, then returned to his bed. They slept nearly until noon before waking up to make love again. Finally they made it to the kitchen for something to eat.

  He’d pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, while she wore one of his long-sleeved shirts over panties. They kissed and touched as much as they cooked, which meant the eggs were well-done and the pancakes had burnt edges, but that didn’t seem to matter to either of them.

  They sat across from each other at the small table. Cade smiled at her.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Because he wanted to be sure. Because no matter what, he would take care of the people in his life. For a second, she let herself pretend it was all going to be okay, that she would tell him who she was and he would forgive her. Only it wasn’t going to be like that.

  “I am,” she told him. “Last night was...amazing.”

  “Yeah?” His grin turned smug. “For me, too.”

  “I’m glad.” She drew in a breath for courage. “You’ve been an unexpected part of my trip here.” She plucked at the collar of his shirt. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”

  “Dress like a man?” he asked, his voice teasing.

  She wanted to smile back and laugh with him. She wanted to know it was going to be all right, but it wasn’t. She’d put off telling the truth long enough.

  “Cade, I’ve really enjoyed my time with you. More than I should have, I think. I like you a lot.” Which was the coward’s way of avoiding saying she loved him, but one confession at a time seemed the most reasonable path.

  He leaned toward her and took her hand in his. “I feel the same way, Beth. I like to tease, but the truth is you’ve made a big impact on me. I know it’s happened fast and we have to get to know each other better, but I’m hoping we can figure out a way to make that happen.”

  “First I have to tell you something.”

  He stiffened slightly and drew back. “What?”

  “It’s not bad.” Or maybe it would be to him. “I mean, I’m not married or dying or anything else. I’m exactly who I said, with one small difference.”

  His phone beeped. They both glanced at the screen and saw the gate notification.

  “I’m not expecting anyone,” he said, pushing the button to activate the speaker at the gate.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Cade? It is I, King Malik. Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon? I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by to check on how things are going with you and Rida.”

  Bethany fought against sudden nausea. She couldn’t breathe, which was fine because if she passed out she wouldn’t have to face what was about to happen.

  Cade stared at the phone in obvious surprise. “Um, okay. Let me buzz you in.” He pushed a button on his phone, then glanced at her. “Did you know about this?”

  “No. I talked to my mother last night and she didn’t say a word.” Her mother had been dressed for a state dinner. How on earth could her father have attended that, then flown all the way here? He must have gotten on a plane the second she and her mom had hung up. But why? What had she said to make this happen?

  She tried telling herself that she was imagining the connection, but couldn’t make herself believe it. She knew her father too well. The timing was more than suspect. He had a reason for showing up today and now she would have to deal with a lot more consequences than she’d anticipated.

  “Why would your mother know if King Malik was coming here or not?” Cade asked.

  Bethany glanced down at what she was wearing—or not wearing. She thought about bolting for her room, only there wasn’t time. Even as she considered her options, she heard a car pulling up in front of the house.

  “You’d better go let him in,” she said quietly, willing Cade to...to... What? Believe in her? Trust her? She’d had her chance. She’d had chances every second of every day since she’d arrived. Whatever happened now was her fault and no one else’s.

  Cade gave her a confused look as he got up. She started to follow, then stopped halfway as Cade opened the door.

  King Malik wore a dark suit with a white shirt and red tie. He looked powerful and successful, very much the man in charge. Cade shook hands with him and said something she couldn’t hear before they both turned to her.

  Her father looked her up and down, then raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

  In her gut she sensed he might play along if she introduced herself as Beth Smith and pretended they barely knew each other. She had a feeling she might be able to stretch out the lie a little longer—on
ly she was done playing that particular game.

  She crossed to her father and raised herself on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

  “Hi, Dad. This is unexpected.”

  “Bethany.” Malik glanced between the two of them. “It seems I came at a bad time. Would you like a moment to go get changed?”

  “Yes.”

  She drew in a breath, grabbed on to what little courage she had left, then faced Cade.

  Anger darkened his hazel eyes. Anger and something else. Something cold and unforgiving and very much like a sense of betrayal.

  “I’m sorry you had to find out like this,” she began. “I’m not Beth Smith. I’m Bethany Archer, otherwise known as Princess Bethany of El Bahar. King Malik is my adoptive father.”

  Cade opened his mouth but before he could respond, Malik moved to stand between them.

  “Think carefully, young man, about what you’re going to say. Whatever you and Bethany have going on, she is still my daughter and I protect what is mine.”

  Bethany winced. Of all the things her father could have said, that was absolutely the worst. It would remind Cade of everything Lynette did and make him hate Bethany even more. But it was too late now. Still, she had to try.

  “Cade, could I speak to you for a moment?”

  He looked at her as if he’d never seen her before, then slowly shook his head. Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the house.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CADE WASN’T SURE how he got through his unexpected meeting with King Malik. He knew they discussed Rida and how well he was adjusting, along with the training program Cade and Bethany had developed for the horse. But for the most part, he was simply going through the motions.

  He couldn’t believe it—he’d been played again. And by Beth. No, he told himself. Not Beth. Princess Bethany of El Bahar.

  She’d known. That was the real killer in all this. He’d told her about his past and she’d sat there, blinking at him, when all the while she’d known. Damn her. He wasn’t sure if he was more hurt or angry. He’d trusted her, believed in her. He’d thought they had something together. He’d thought about asking her to stay. He’d been worse than a fool—he’d actually believed in her. At least Lynette hadn’t lied about who she was.