by Douglas, Michelle; Gordon, Lucy; Pembroke, Sophie; Hardy, Kate
And then she simply walked away.
Leaving Lorenzo feeling as if he was the one in the wrong.
* * *
The man was probably one of Gus’s friends; he looked as if he was about the same age as Lottie’s elder brother. And maybe he’d meant to be helpful; he’d clearly been trying to protect the family’s privacy. Indigo knew she should probably have explained to him that she was a family friend who happened to be working on the house’s restoration, not a trespassing tourist. Then again, it was none of his business what she was doing there, and his stick-in-the-mud attitude had annoyed her—especially when he’d accused her of being a paparazzo.
She’d only taken his photograph because she’d seen him striding around the grounds, scowling, and he’d looked like a dark angel. Something she could’ve used for work. It had been a moment’s impulse. An expression on his face that had interested her. Attracted her. Made her wonder what he’d look like if he smiled.
But the way he’d reacted to her taking that photograph, snarling about people taking his photo without permission... Anyone would think he was an A-list celeb on vacation instead of some dull City banker.
What an idiot.
Indigo rolled her eyes again and headed for the house. Right now, work was more important. They were taking the window out of the library today and setting it in the workroom Gus had put aside for her in Edensfield Hall. Indigo had already made a short video for the hall’s website to explain what was happening with the window, and she’d promised to write a daily blog with shots of the work in progress so the tourists could feel that they were part of the restoration process. And she didn’t mind people coming over and asking her questions while she was working. She loved sharing her passion for stained glass.
And the stranger with the face of a fallen angel—well, he could do whatever he liked.
* * *
Lorenzo was still slightly out of sorts from his encounter with the paparazzo-who-claimed-she-wasn’t by the time he went downstairs for dinner. When he walked into the drawing room, he was shocked to see her there among the guests. Except this time she wasn’t wearing a shapeless black top and trousers: she was wearing a bright scarlet shift dress, shorter than anyone else’s in the room. And they were teamed with red shoes that were glossier, strappier and had a higher heel than anyone else’s in the room.
Look at me, her outfit screamed.
As if anyone would be able to draw their eyes away from her.
Especially as her hair was no longer pulled back in the severe hairdo of this afternoon; now, it was loose and cascaded over her shoulders in a mass of ebony ringlets. All she needed was a floor-length green velvet and silk dress, and she would’ve been the perfect model for a Rossetti painting.
Lorenzo was cross with himself for being so shallow; but at the same time the photographer was also one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met. He couldn’t help acting on the need to know who she was and what she was doing here.
He just about managed a few polite words with Gus before drawling, ‘So who’s the girl in the red dress?’ and inclining his head over towards the trespasser, as if he wasn’t really that interested in the answer.
‘Who?’ Gus followed his glance and smiled. ‘Oh, that’s Indigo.’
How could Gus be so cool and calm around her? Lorenzo wondered. The woman made him feel hot under the collar, and he hadn’t even spoken to her yet this evening.
‘A friend of the family?’ Lorenzo guessed.
‘She’s one of Lottie’s best friends from school.’
Which was surprising; Indigo didn’t look as if she came from the same kind of titled background that Gus and his sister did.
‘Actually, she’s here on business, too; she’s restoring the stained glass in the library for us,’ Gus explained. ‘My mother’s asked her to work up some ideas for a new stained-glass window, so she’s been taking photographs of bits of the estate.’
Which explained why she saw her camera as one of the tools of her trade. Lorenzo felt the colour wash into his face. ‘I see.’
‘What did you do, Lorenzo?’ Gus asked, looking amused.
‘I saw her taking photos this afternoon and I thought she was a trespasser. I, um, offered to help her find her way out of the grounds,’ Lorenzo admitted.
Gus laughed. ‘I bet she gave you a flea in your ear. Our Indi’s pretty much a free spirit. And she really doesn’t like being ordered about.’
He grimaced. ‘I think I’d better go and apologise.’
‘Good idea. Otherwise you might be in danger of getting an Indi Special.’
‘An Indi Special?’ Lorenzo asked, mystified.
‘Indi. Short for Indigo, not for independent. Though she’s that, too.’ Gus raised an eyebrow. ‘Let’s just say she’s an original. I’ll let Lottie introduce you.’ He caught his sister’s eye and beckoned her over. ‘Lottie, be a darling and introduce Lorenzo to Indi, will you?’
‘Sure. Have you two not met, yet?’ Lottie tucked her arm into Lorenzo’s and led him over to Indigo to introduce them. ‘Indi, this is Lorenzo Torelli, a very old friend of the family.’ She smiled. ‘Lorenzo, this is Indigo Moran, who’s just about the coolest person I know.’
Indigo laughed. ‘That’s only because you live in a world full of stuffed shirts, Lottie. I’m perfectly normal.’
Lorenzo looked at her and thought, no, you’re not in the slightest bit normal—there’s something different about you. Something special. ‘Gus said you were at school with Lottie,’ he said.
‘Until she escaped at fourteen, lucky thing.’ Lottie patted Indigo’s arm. ‘Indi was brilliant. She drew caricatures of the girls who bullied me and plastered them over the school. It’s a bit hard to be mean when everyone’s pointing at you and laughing at your picture.’
Indigo shrugged. ‘Well, they say the pen is mightier than the sword.’
‘Your pen was sharper as well as mightier,’ Lottie said feelingly.
Now Lorenzo understood what an ‘Indi Special’ was. A personal, public and very pointed cartoon. And he had a nasty feeling what she’d make of him, given what she’d said to Lottie about coming from a world full of stuffed shirts.
‘Can I be terribly rude and leave you two to introduce yourselves to each other properly?’ Lottie asked.
‘Of course,’ Indigo said.
Her smile took his breath away. And Lorenzo was surprised to find himself feeling like a nervous schoolboy. ‘I, um, need to apologise,’ he said.
She raised an eyebrow. ‘For what?’
‘The way I behaved towards you earlier today.’
She shrugged. ‘Don’t worry about it.’
But he did worry about it. Good manners had been instilled into him virtually from when he was in the pram. He was always polite. And he’d been rude to her. ‘I didn’t realise you were a friend of the family, too.’ He looked at her. ‘Though you could have explained.’
‘Why? For all I knew, you could’ve been a trespasser, too.’
‘Touché.’ He enjoyed the fact that she was back-chatting him. After all the people who agreed with everything he said and metaphorically tugged their forelocks at him, he found her free-spirited attitude refreshing. ‘Gus says you’re restoring the glass in the library.’
‘Yes.’
‘Forgive me for saying so, but you don’t look like...’ He stopped. ‘Actually, no. Just ignore me. I’m digging myself a huge hole here.’
She grinned, and the sparkle in her eyes made his pulse speed up a notch. ‘I don’t look like a glass restorer, you mean? Or I don’t look the type to have been at school with Lottie?’
Both. Ouch. He grimaced. ‘Um. Do I have to answer that?’
She looked delighted. ‘So, let me see. Which shall we do first? School, I think.’ Her voice d
ropped into the same kind of posh drawl as Lottie’s. ‘I met her when we were eleven. We were in the same dorm. And unfortunately we shared it with Lolly and Livvy. I suppose we could’ve been the four musketeers—except obviously I don’t have an L in my name.’
‘And it sounds as if you wouldn’t have wanted to fight on the same side as Lolly and Livvy.’
‘Absolutely not.’ Her eyes glittered and her accent reverted back to what he guessed was normal for her. ‘I don’t have any time for spitefulness and bullying.’
‘Good.’ He paused. ‘And I hope you didn’t think I was bullying you, this morning.’
‘If you’ll kindly delete the file,’ she mimicked.
He grimaced. How prissy she’d made him sound. ‘I did apologise for that.’
‘So are you a film star, or something?’
‘No.’
‘Well, you were acting pretty much like a D-list celeb, trying to be important,’ she pointed out.
Should he tell her?
No. Because he didn’t want her to lose that irreverence when she talked to him. He didn’t think that Indigo Moran would bow and scrape to him; but he didn’t want to take that risk. ‘Guilty, m’lady,’ he said lightly. ‘Are you quite sure you’re a glass restorer and not a barrister?’
She laughed. And, oh, her mouth was beautiful. He had the maddest urge to pull her into his arms and find out for himself whether her mouth tasted as good as it looked. Which was so not how he usually reacted to women. Lorenzo Torelli was always cool, calm and measured. He acted with his head rather than his heart, as he’d always been brought up to do. If you stuck to rigid formality, you always knew exactly where you were.
What was it about Indigo Moran that made him itch to break all his rules? And it was even crazier, because now absolutely wasn’t the time to rebel against his upbringing. Not when he was about to become King of Melvante.
‘I’m quite sure I’m a glass restorer. So were you expecting me to be about forty years older than I am, with a beard, John Lennon glasses, a bad haircut and sandals?’
Lorenzo couldn’t help laughing. And then he realised that everyone in the room was staring at them.
‘Sorry. I’m in the middle of making a fool of myself,’ he said. ‘Not to mention insulting Ms Moran here at least twice.’
‘Call me Indigo,’ she corrected quietly, and patted his shoulder. ‘And he’s making a great job of it,’ she cooed.
‘I, for one,’ Gus’s mother said with a chuckle, ‘will look forward to seeing the drawing pinned up in the breakfast room.’
Indigo grinned. ‘He hasn’t earned one. Yet.’
‘I’m working on it,’ he said, enjoying the banter. How long had it been since he’d been treated with such irreverence?
Though a nasty thought whispered in his head: once he’d been crowned, would anyone ever treat him like this again, as if he was just an ordinary man? Would this be the last time?
‘Indigo, may I sit with you at dinner?’ he asked.
She spread her hands. ‘Do what you like.’
Ironic. That was precisely what he couldn’t do, from next month. He had expectations to fulfil. Schedules to meet. A country to run. Doing what he liked simply wasn’t on the agenda. He would do what was expected of him. His duty.
Copyright © 2014 by Pamela Brooks
ISBN-13: 9781460337011
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A royal surprise!
One look into the stranger’s dark, mysterious eyes and Indigo Moran knows she’s made a mistake in taking his picture. But who does he think he is? A prince? That night Indigo discovers that’s exactly who he is: Crown Prince Lorenzo Torelli of Melvante.
To Lorenzo, duty lies with his country—he can’t offer Indigo forever. The trouble is…once he’s kissed her, one unforgettable night will never be enough. And now Indigo’s little secret is about to turn his carefully ordered world upside down!
Lorenzo’s eyes were very dark. Beautiful.
He reached over and wound one of her curls around the end of his finger.
Oh, help. That sensual awareness of him over dinner had just gone up several notches. It would be so easy to tip her head back and invite him to kiss her…but that would be such a stupid thing to do.
Indigo was about to take a step backward. Just to be safe. But then Lorenzo leaned closer and brushed his mouth against hers.
His kiss was sweet and almost shy at first, a gentle brush of his mouth against hers that made every single one of her nerve ends tingle. And then he did it again. And again, teasing her and coaxing her into sliding her hands into his hair and letting him deepen the kiss.
Indigo had had her fair share of kisses in the past, but nothing like this.
Dear Reader,
I really love Cinderella stories—and I loved the idea of having a very stubborn Cinderella, so her prince would really have to charm her, and prove to her that an ordinary girl can fit into a high-profile royal world.
I was debating about my heroine’s occupation when one of my author friends told me about visiting a fabulous castle in Scotland that had a legend about a mermaid. Given that I’ve set the book in my part of the world, and that there are several mermaid legends about East Anglia, I couldn’t resist making my heroine a stained-glass specialist, working on a mermaid window (I made up my own legend!).
So how do you sweep a girl off her feet? For me, it would involve an elderly dog, a picnic and a Mr. Darcy moment. My heroine agreed—so my long-suffering hero knew just what he had to do, and did it with a good heart. I hope he sweeps you off your feet, too :).
With love,
Kate Hardy
CROWN PRINCE, PREGNANT BRIDE
Kate Hardy
Kate Hardy lives in Norwich, in the east of England, with her husband, two young children, one bouncy spaniel and too many books to count! When she’s not busy writing romance or researching local history she helps out at her children’s schools. She also loves cooking—spot the recipes sneaked into her books! (They’re also on her website, along with extracts and stories behind the books.) Writing Harlequin® has been a dream come true for Kate—something she wanted to do ever since she was twelve. She also writes for Harlequin® Medical™ Romances.
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Recent books by Kate Hardy:
BEHIND THE FILM STAR’S SMILE
BOUND BY A BABY
A DATE WITH THE ICE PRINCESS*
THE BROODING DOC’S REDEMPTION*
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With special thanks to Mike Scogings for sharing his expertise on stained glass, and to C.C. Coburn for the lightbulb about the mermaid.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
SHE WASN’T SUPPOSED to be there.
OK, Lorenzo knew that tourists were important. Without the income they brought when they visited the house and gardens of Edensfield Hall, his old school friend Gus would never have been able to keep his family’s ancient estate going. Even keeping the roof of the house in good repair ate up huge chunks of the annual budget, let alone anything else.
But there were set times when the estate was open to the public. Right now wasn’t one of them; the house and gardens were supposed to be completely private. Yet the woman in the shapeless black trousers and tunic top was brazenly walking through the grounds with a camera slung round her neck, stopping every so often to take a picture of something that had caught her eye. At that precise moment she was photographing the lake.
Strictly speaking, this was none of his business and he should just let it go.
But then the woman turned round, saw him staring at her, and snapped his photograph.