The fact that they hadn’t exchanged a single personal word since Lucy had left Qalala was as much her fault as his. She’d thought it better to let things cool down, but that meant he’d missed scans, and hearing the heartbeat of their child. She felt bad about that, but he couldn’t walk back into her life and think that nothing had changed. She hadn’t been sitting around doing nothing these past few months; if he thought that, he was due a surprise.
Snow flurries were settling on the ground as she prepared to leave. It would soon be Christmas. Before then, she’d stop work and concentrate on getting ready to welcome the baby. Her mother had booked a cruise over the holidays, and Lucy planned to spend the time alone. Several friends had offered alternatives, but enjoying the festivities in the midst of a happy family would only remind her how much she missed Tadj.
Anyway, enough of that, she thought, mashing her lips together to blend in the lip gloss. If only she weren’t so pregnant and unwieldy—but she was pregnant, and she was unwieldy, Lucy concluded with a wry smile, so, suck it up!
She strode to the café with her head bowed against the wind. Otherwise, she was in no way bowed, but was striding to this meeting loud and proud. And, instead of a shapeless sack, she had shoehorned her body into a figure-hugging dress she’d been saving for Christmas. She didn’t want Tadj to think her weak, just because she was pregnant, and she was proud of her baby bump. Which was just as well, Lucy concluded, catching sight of her reflection in a shop window. There was no hiding her condition now, and why should she? With an Honours accreditation in her back pocket, and the promise of a great career ahead, she was doing okay without Tadj. If he wanted to be part of her life, he would have to...
He would just have to ask, Lucy thought wryly as she reached the café and spotted him waiting inside.
* * *
The day was transformed from grey and dismal to something vibrant as Lucy breezed in. Her presence cheered everyone up, and turned every head in the café. She approached the table he’d ‘bagged’ as instructed, in a flurry of flying scarf and watchful eyes. Her cheap red coat refused to fasten over her baby bump, which made her seem even more vulnerable to him than she had in the shop. The bitter wind had turned the tip of her nose the same colour as her coat, which he found endearing.
Standing, he held out her chair. ‘How’ve you been?’ he asked as soon as she was settled.
‘Pregnant.’ Her gaze was steady and long. ‘And busy,’ she added, softening her tone. ‘Did you see the latest drawings I sent?’
‘Not only have I seen them, I’ve approved them,’ he confirmed. His team had agreed that Lucy had a real talent when it came to capturing a person’s interest before leading them through the story of a sapphire, from its discovery as a rough, unpolished stone, to a glowing gem that added lustre to some of the world’s most beautiful women. ‘But that isn’t what I’m here to talk about,’ he said. ‘I want to know about you.’
‘Me? I feel fantastic,’ she said, ‘and very excited about the baby.’
‘And ready to talk?’
‘I am,’ she confirmed.
He wanted her alone so much it was eating him up inside. ‘I gather you’ve taken the rest of the afternoon off?’
‘I’m not being awkward,’ she said, ‘but, no, I haven’t. I really need this job, and the money it brings in.’
Fortunately, the waitress chose that moment to arrive with coffee, as well as the slices of toasted cheese he’d ordered, anticipating Lucy’s pregnancy craving for food. ‘I took the liberty of—’
‘Brilliant,’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m famished. But you decided what I should eat?’ she added, frowning deeply. Then she burst into laughter. ‘You should see your face. But, seriously, thank you. I’m hungry all the time, and this does look delicious.’
‘Tuck in,’ he encouraged.
‘It won’t make any difference,’ she assured him as she polished off the first piece of toast, wedging the last chunk in with her fist. ‘Excuse me while I munch this—the baby eats everything before I get a chance. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like,’ she said, laughing again.
‘Take your time, finish up. Are you sure you’re getting enough to eat?’ he asked with concern as she devoured every scrap of food on her plate, then picked off the crumbs with the pad of her forefinger.
‘Haven’t you heard about eating for two?’
‘Are you sure you’re not eating for a litter?’
They both laughed this time, and it felt as if the sun had just come out.
‘Quite sure,’ she said. ‘I’ve seen the scans. Just me and one baby.’
Carried away on a wave of euphoria, he insisted, ‘I still think you need someone to look after you.’
‘Do you now?’
He’d been too fast, he thought as she lost the smile, and he would have to be more measured to stand a chance of winning Lucy’s trust. Unfortunately, with Lucy sitting there, smiling her challenging smile, that proved impossible.
‘Have you finished? Shall we go?’ he pressed, standing up, ready to leave.
‘Impatient to the last,’ she commented as she stared up at him.
‘Remember that clock ticking,’ he said.
To his relief, she stood too. ‘Where were you thinking of going for this talk? I’ve only got half an hour before I have to be back at the laundry.’
‘My yacht’s berthed in the marina.’
‘Of course it is...’ There was a pause and then she said, ‘You’re not kidding, are you?’
He shrugged. ‘Do I ever?’
‘Well, I’m not going on your yacht. I don’t have time, or the inclination to risk you sailing away with me still on board.’
He curved a smile. ‘Why would I subject myself to that?’
‘Fair point,’ she conceded. ‘So, you’re really here to talk about the baby.’
‘I really am,’ he confirmed. ‘And talk about us.’
‘There is no us,’ she said as he ushered her out of the café. ‘And I haven’t changed my mind,’ she added the moment the door to the busy café closed behind them. ‘I won’t agree to becoming your mistress,’ she informed him. ‘And I can’t be late back, because they’re giving me a bit of a send-off tonight—’
‘A send-off?’ he cut in, feeling as if a cold hand were clutching his heart.
‘Yes,’ Lucy told him matter-of-factly. ‘I’ve decided to set up a small design company—just one team player, namely me. I’ve managed to save enough from my jobs for the deposit on a small rental property, so I can work from home when the baby arrives. It’s all thanks to the start you gave me. News spreads. As soon as the press got wind of the part I’m playing in the tour of the Qalalan sapphires, it was all over the news, and the phone never stopped ringing. By the time one becomes two,’ she added with a beatific smile as she cupped her hands protectively over the pronounced swell where their baby resided, ‘I should be well into my next contract.’
‘Bravo,’ he said flatly, ‘but as you won’t be working once the baby arrives I can’t see how that’s relevant.’
‘I’m sorry?’ she said.
‘Just that,’ he said curtly. ‘Once our child is born, I’ll support you both.’
She stopped dead in the street. ‘Maybe I should get back now.’
‘No—please,’ he added in a more conciliatory tone. ‘Just give me half an hour, and I’ll explain.’
‘I could give you all week, and you still couldn’t say anything to change my mind.’
‘Hear me out,’ he insisted quietly.
She stared at him for a few moments, and then conceded, ‘I agreed to make myself available to talk about our baby, and I will.’
‘Thank you.’
Available? He seethed in silence as they walked on towards the marina. He had come here to take care of Lucy and the baby, and to do his duty
by them, not to have Lucy set the rules.
‘I understand how busy you are, so you don’t have to do this,’ she said. ‘You can leave me here.’
‘And we’ll communicate via our monitor screens? I don’t think so,’ he said.
‘What, then?’ she said, throwing her arms wide. ‘As you can see, I’m managing very well without you—’
‘But you don’t have to,’ he broke in. ‘That’s why I’m here. Will you listen to my proposal or not?’
‘Not.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
She shrugged. ‘We need some cooling-off time. I’ll be free from around eleven tomorrow.’
‘You’ll see me now, or not at all,’ he insisted as he linked her arm through his.
‘You can’t just frogmarch me onto your yacht,’ Lucy protested as he strode with her towards the marina. ‘I have my own life, and free will.’ Steel gates swung open at his approach. ‘No, Tadj,’ she said firmly, pulling back.
Feelings roared inside him, and for a moment he felt like a youth again who’d been played. ‘Must we do this in the middle of the street?’
‘No,’ Lucy said in a maddeningly reasonable tone. ‘We can meet again at eleven o’clock tomorrow, when we’ve both had chance to calm down.’
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TADJ WAS GRIM-FACED as he returned the salute of his officers as he boarded his yacht. Events had not unfolded as he had anticipated.
This was Lucy, so why expect them to?
The past with all its uncertainties was in his face again, thanks to a woman who had done nothing to deserve his disapproval. In fact, the opposite was true. Rather than wait for him to save the day, Lucy had continued to build a successful future for herself and her child. It was the surprise element of the rain check that got under his skin.
Examining his conscience, he found a few gaps. Had he been completely open with her? Hadn’t he filled her in on what he’d been doing? A word or two would have sufficed—would have changed everything between them. Had he expected Lucy to blithely go along with whatever he decided? When had she ever done that? Seething with impatience to see her again, he glanced at his watch. The countdown to tomorrow had begun.
* * *
Had she gone too far turning Tadj down? Would she even see him again? Lucy wondered as she got ready for the party. He was the Emir of Qalala, after all, not the guy in the café who’d taken whatever she’d thrown at him in the spirit it was intended. They’d both changed, and no wonder Tadj had lost his sense of humour. She’d had no idea on that first encounter what a rigidly structured life the ruler of a powerful country was forced to lead. Surely Tadj had earned some downtime? No one could ever accuse him of short-changing Qalala. Perhaps it was time to allow the people of Qalala to do something for him. Freeing him to be happy would be a start, and the country could only benefit. No slave of duty could ever give their best, in Lucy’s opinion, and she was sad to think Tadj couldn’t love where he chose, or enjoy the freedoms she enjoyed. It was duty first, duty always for the Emir of Qalala, she reflected, putting on a sunny face as she came down the stairs and her friends gathered round. They were keen to find out what had happened when she met up with Tadj. There were no secrets in the workplace.
‘I didn’t want to miss this,’ she said honestly, ‘so we’re meeting again tomorrow morning.’
‘You blew out the Emir of Qalala for the chance to be with us?’ one of her friends demanded with amazement.
‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world.’
That same friend looked at her with concern, and then someone else changed the mood as she exclaimed, ‘Lucy—Lucy—look at all the gifts for the baby. Can we start to open them now?’
‘You shouldn’t have spent your money on me,’ Lucy exclaimed as she confronted the mountain of carefully wrapped gifts. ‘You’ve gone to far too much trouble.’
‘No more than you deserve,’ Miss Francine chimed in firmly. ‘You’re always doing things for us, and now it’s our turn to make a fuss of you.’
Excited exclamations greeted the revelation of each new gift, many of which were painstakingly home-made. She would rather have these genuine tokens of love than all the sapphires in the world, Lucy concluded as she unwrapped them. If only Tadj could understand that.
* * *
He had never been more certain that something was right, or that it could slip through his fingers so easily. Losing Lucy was unthinkable. It would spell disaster for them and for their child. She had every quality he’d been searching for in a queen. The only surprise was that he, with his reputation for decisive action, had remained blinkered for so long. Lucy’s strength and determination set her apart from the so-called suitable princesses. With her natural flair and warmth, she was everything he could wish for. If this were a straightforward business deal, he would have secured her long before now. But this wasn’t a straightforward business deal.
Inside his suite on board his yacht the Blue Stone, he studied the priceless sapphire in his hand. Everything hinged on his next move. Tucking the precious gemstone into the back pocket of his jeans, he railed at the thought that he must wait. If he attempted to bounce Lucy into a decision, she’d bounce the other way. As a lover his credentials were sound; as a man in love, he had so far proved to be pretty useless. It was time to sort that out.
* * *
So, this was it, Lucy thought. Still glowing from the party her friends had thrown for her the previous night, she’d slept fitfully, waking long before dawn had brightened her bedsit. And then she’d spent ages pacing and fretting, instead of getting ready to meet Tadj. She should have drawn up a list—an agenda—something he would understand. Frowning as she chewed her lip worriedly, she stared out of the window at the distant shape of the Blue Stone, which was floating like a slumbering leviathan at anchor just a few hundred yards away. It was almost eleven o’clock on a cold grey winter’s morning. Even the sky looked like a sheet of ice. Wrapping up warmly would do nothing to protect her heart, she mused wryly as she wound a scarf around her neck. Even her much vaunted common sense couldn’t help when Tadj was in the frame. She loved him unconditionally, which made her more vulnerable than she would like. Grabbing her cross-shoulder bag, she checked the contents before leaving the room.
‘Call me stupid,’ she told her friends and Miss Francine as they gathered around her to wish her well, ‘but I’m really excited at the thought of seeing him again.’
‘Not stupid,’ Miss Francine insisted as she brought Lucy into her arms for a hug. ‘A woman in love could never be called stupid in my book.’
Lucy’s friends chipped in with their own raucous suggestions, drowning out Miss Francine as Lucy gave her elderly friend an extra hug. ‘We make our own luck,’ she said as she made her way to the door. ‘So I’d better get out there, and get busy making some.’
‘Just don’t let him walk roughshod over you,’ a friend called out.
‘Who’s going to protect the Emir?’ Miss Francine countered.
There was no protection against love, Lucy thought as she said goodbye to her friends and left the shop.
* * *
As she fell beneath the shadow of the Blue Stone, she could see Tadj waiting out on deck. Her heart went crazy, but when he jogged down the companionway to greet her, they exchanged nothing more than polite kisses on both cheeks. Her lips still tingled from contact with his warm, firm skin, and from the lightest rasp of his stubble. She missed the wildness of their passion, and knew that might never return. Even if it had, she reflected with amusement, on this huge vessel surrounded by officers in crisp whites, it would hardly be appropriate to greet the Emir of Qalala with anything but discretion and reserve. Well, maybe a little more than that, she conceded as she stared deep into Tadj’s unreadable eyes. She wouldn’t have cared who was watching if things had been normal between them.
‘Welcom
e on board the Blue Stone,’ the Emir of Qalala intoned stiffly. ‘After you,’ he invited politely.
So it was going to be formality all the way, Lucy thought with a heavy heart. Once inside the Blue Stone, her disappointment was soon forgotten.
‘Goodness, this is amazing,’ she exclaimed. Talk about leaving one world behind and entering another. This was amazing. She felt shabby in contrast to her surroundings. Everything was pristine and polished. ‘I thought your friend Sheikh Khalid’s yacht was amazing, but this is—’
‘Doubly amazing?’ Tadj supplied.
‘Yes,’ she said, staring directly into his eyes. Was that a hint of humour? Was Tadj back?
‘Are you expecting someone?’ she asked as they walked deeper into the floating palace. Maybe he was expecting more guests, she thought, taking in all the fabulous floral displays dressing the grand salon. It was a blow to think he might cut their meeting short. ‘Unless this is just how the other half lives?’ she suggested.
‘It could be how you live,’ he said.
‘I believe we’ve already had that discussion.’
‘I believe we have,’ he agreed with a look that reduced her to a lustful crisp.
She barely had chance to register this fact before Tadj yanked her hard against his body. ‘I’m mad to have waited so long,’ he said.
‘To shanghai me?’ she demanded, shivering with excitement and dread.
Stepping back, Tadj lifted up his hands. She felt the loss of him immediately. He knew what he was doing. Nothing Tadj did was ever unintentional.
‘Sit,’ he invited in a voice she couldn’t read.
‘Better not—pregnancy? I might fall asleep.’
‘How flattering,’ he commented with the lift of one brow.
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