“I knew when I left Denver to come here that I loved you. And it happened just like I said. But you didn’t believe me, Channing. You thought I was confusing love and lust. But I knew how I felt. It was you who had doubt. So I came up with a plan.
“Since you thought I wasn’t in love with you, I wanted to let you think I was falling in love with you. If you needed to see the transformation, then I had no problem showing it to you. For I am a changed man, Channing. I’ve never loved any woman before, but I do love you. I want to give you my love. I want to give you my name, and I want to give you my babies.”
He eased off the bed and went to the drawer where he’d placed the items he’d taken out of his luggage. He reached inside and pulled out the locked box and carried it over to the bed. “This box holds all my treasures. I purchased it the day after you left town,” he said, taking the key out of his pocket.
“This is what kept me going after you left me, Channing. All I had were the memories.”
Channing slowly eased up in bed, fighting against the pain of doing so. Her eyes widened when Zane pulled out the calendar she’d given him a few years ago. “You kept that?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, and it was my lifeline. I would spend hours and hours looking through it and was too stupid to figure out why.” He placed the calendar aside and pulled out another item. The gold chain.
Channing gasped again, surprised. “I thought...”
“What did you think, Channing? That I would pawn it? Give it to another woman? I bought it for you and only you,” he said, reaching out and placing it around her neck where it belonged. “I didn’t want it back, but you insisted. So I kept it in here, and this is where it’s been ever since.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. “The last item in here is something you haven’t seen before. Something I purchased before leaving Denver to come here. It’s something I intended to give you when the time was right. When I knew I had convinced you that I loved you.”
He reached inside and pulled out a small white jeweler’s box and handed it to her.
Channing held Zane’s gaze as she took the box from him. Her heart began beating fast and furious in her chest. She broke eye contact with him to open the lid and then gasped at the beautiful diamond ring.
“Channing, will you marry me? I love you so much, and I don’t want to be separated from you for a single night. If I have to move to Atlanta, that’s fine. I have family there already. If you and I need to split our time in Denver and Atlanta in an arrangement like Rico and Megan’s, then that’s fine, too.”
Tears Channing couldn’t hold back any longer flowed down her cheeks. A misunderstanding had almost cost her her life tonight. Because she hadn’t believed Zane’s words of love. He’d been saying it, but tonight, in saving her life the way he had, he had shown it.
“So, do you need to think about my proposal?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
She swiped at her tears. “No, I don’t need to think about it. I love you, and I believe you love me. Tonight you proved just how much.”
“I do love you,” Zane said, sliding the ring on her finger. “And I want a short engagement.”
“I want that, too,” she said, smiling as she looked down at the ring, thinking how beautiful it was. “I’ll move from Atlanta to ‘Zane’s Hideout.’ While in Denver, Dr. Rowe, the chief of staff, made me an offer to come back to work at the hospital. I turned her down, but she said she would keep the offer open for six months.”
Zane grinned, not believing how nicely things were falling into place. “Riley’s getting married in a couple of months, and I don’t want to rain on his parade, so what about the month after? That would be in October.”
She smiled. “What about a Christmas wedding?”
He let out a deep groan. “The wait will kill me.”
She chuckled. “I’ll be there to help you manage. If I start the transfer paperwork next week, I can move back to Denver in another month.”
“If you did, that would make me a happy man, sweetheart. You have a home already at the Hideout.” Conscious of her sore muscles, he shifted his body so he could lower his lips to hers.
He then kissed her with all the love he felt in his heart.
“Then consider it done,” she whispered a short while later when he let her come up for air.
And then they sealed their engagement with another kiss.
* * * * *
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One
The present
Vincenzo Arsenio D’Agostino stared at his king and reached the only logical conclusion.
The man had lost his mind.
He must have buckled under the pressure of ruling Castaldini while steering his multibillion-dollar business empire. And being the most adoring and attentive husband and father who walked the planet. No man could possibly weather all that with his mental faculties intact.
That must be the explanation for what he’d just said.
Ferruccio Selvaggio-D’Agostino—the bastard king, as his opponents called him, relishing it being a literal slur, since Ferruccio was an illegitimate D’Agostino—twisted his lips. “Do pick your jaw off the floor, Vincenzo. And no, I’m not insane. Get. A. Wife. ASAP.”
Dio. He’d said it again.
This time Vincenzo found himself echoing it. “Get a wife.”
Ferruccio nodded. “ASAP.”
“Stop saying that.”
Mockery gleamed in Ferruccio’s steel eyes. “You’ve go
t only yourself to blame for the rush. I’ve needed you on this job for years, but every time I bring you up to the council they go apoplectic. Even Leandro and Durante wince when your name is mentioned. That playboy image you’ve been diligently cultivating is now so notorious, even gossip columns are beginning to play it down. And that image won’t cut it in the leagues I need you to play in now.”
“That image never hurt you. Just look where you are today. The king of one of the most conservative kingdoms in the world, with the purest woman on earth as your queen.”
Ferruccio shrugged amusedly at his summation. “I was only known as the ‘Savage Ironman’ in reference to my name and business reputation, and my reported...hazard to women was beyond wildly exaggerated. I had no time for women as I clawed my way up from the gutter to the top, then I was in love with Clarissa for six years before she became mine. But your notoriety as one of the world’s premier womanizers won’t do when you’re Castaldini’s emissary to the United Nations. You’ve got to clean up your act and spray on some respectability to clear away the stench of the scandals that hang around you.”
Vincenzo scowled up at him. “If it’s depriving you of sleep, I’ll tone things down. But I certainly won’t ‘get a wife’ to appease some political fossils, aka your council. And I won’t join your, Leandro’s and Durante’s trio of henpecked husbands. You’re all just jealous you can’t have my lifestyle.”
Ferruccio gave him that look. The one that made Vincenzo feel hollow inside, made him feel like putting his fist through his king’s too-well-arranged face. It was the pitying glance of a man who knew bone-deep contentment and found nothing more pathetic than Vincenzo’s said lifestyle.
“When you’re representing Castaldini, Vincenzo, I want the media only to cover your achievements on behalf of the kingdom, not your conquests’ surgical enhancements or tell-alls after you exchange them for different models. I don’t want the sensitive diplomatic and economic agendas you’ll be negotiating to be overshadowed or even derailed by the media circus your lifestyle generates. A wife will show the world that you’ve changed your ways and will keep the news on the relevant work you’ll be doing.”
Vincenzo shook his head in disbelief. “Dio! When did you become such a stick in the mud, Ferruccio?”
“If you mean when did I become an advocate for marriage and family life, where have you been the last four years? I’m the living, breathing ad for both. And it’s time I did you the favor of shoving you onto that path.”
“What path? The one to happily ever after? Don’t you know that’s a mirage most men pursue to no avail? Don’t you realize you’ve beaten impossible odds in finding Clarissa? That not a man in a million will find a fraction of the perfection you share with her?”
Ferruccio pursed his lips. “I don’t know about those odds, Vincenzo. Durante found Gabrielle. Leandro found Phoebe.”
“Only two more flukes. You all had such terrible things happen during your childhoods and youths, unbelievably good stuff has been happening later in life in compensation. Having lived a blessed life early on, I seem to be destined to have nothing good from now on, to even out the cosmic balance. I will never find anything like the love you all have.”
“You’re doing everything in your power not to find love, or to let it find you—”
Vincenzo interrupted him. “I’ve only accepted my fate. Love is not in the cards for me.”
“And that’s exactly why I want you to get a wife,” Ferruccio interrupted back. “I don’t want you to spend your life without the warmth and intimacy, the allegiance and certainty only a good marriage can bring.”
“Thanks for the sentiment. But I can’t have any of that.”
“Because you haven’t found love? Love is a plus, but not a must. Just look at your parents’ example. They started out suitable in theory and turned out right for each other in practice. Pick someone cerebrally and once she’s your wife, the qualities that logically appealed to you will weave a bond between you that will strengthen the longer you are together.”
“Isn’t that an inverted way of doing things? You loved Clarissa first.”
“I thought I did, with everything in me. But what I felt for her was a fraction of what I feel for her now. Going by my example, if you start out barely liking your wife, after a year of marriage you’ll be ready to die for her.”
“Why don’t you just acknowledge that you’re the luckiest bastard alive, Ferruccio? You may be my king and I may have sworn allegiance to you, but it’s not good for your health to keep shoving your happiness in my face when I already told you there’s no chance I’ll find anything like it.”
“I, too, once believed I had no chance at happiness, either, that emotionally, spiritually, I’d remain vacant, with the one woman I wanted forever out of reach while I was incapable of settling for another.”
Was Ferruccio just counterarguing with his own example? Or was he putting two and two together and realizing why Vincenzo was so adamant that he’d never find love?
Suddenly, bitterness and dejection ambushed him as if they’d never subsided.
Ferruccio went on, “But you’re pushing forty...”
“I’m thirty-eight!”
“...and you’ve been alone since your parents died two decades ago...”
“I’m not alone. I have friends.”
“Whom you don’t have time for and who don’t have time for you.” Ferruccio raised his hand, aborting Vincenzo’s interjection. “Make a new family, Vincenzo. It’s the best thing you can do for yourself, and incidentally, for the kingdom.”
“Next you’ll dictate the wife I should ‘get.’”
“If you don’t decide on one on your own, ASAP, I will.”
Vincenzo snorted. “Is that crown you’ve been wearing for the last four years too tight? Or is your head getting bigger? Or is it the mind-scrambling domestic bliss?”
Ferruccio just smiled that inexorable smile of his.
Knowing the kind of laserlike determination Ferruccio had, Vincenzo knew there was no refusing him.
Might as well give in. To an extent he found acceptable.
He sighed. “If I take the position...”
“If implies this is a negotiation, Vincenzo. It isn’t.”
“...it will be only for a year...”
“It will be until I say.”
“A year. This isn’t up for negotiation, either. There will be no more ‘scandals’ in the rags, so this wife thing...”
Ferruccio gave him his signature discussion-ending smile. “Is also nonnegotiable. ‘Get a wife’ wasn’t a suggestion or a request. It’s a royal decree.”
* * *
Ferruccio had eventually buckled. On Vincenzo’s one-year proviso. Provided that Vincenzo chose and trained his replacement to his satisfaction.
He hadn’t budged on the “get a wife” stipulation. He’d even made it official. Vincenzo still couldn’t believe what he was looking at. A royal edict ruling that Vincenzo must choose a suitable woman and marry her within two months.
This deserved an official letter from his own corporation telling Ferruccio not to hold his regal breath.
There was no way he’d choose a “suitable woman.” Not in two months or two decades. There was no suitable woman for him. Like Ferruccio, he’d been a one-woman man. Unlike him, he’d blown his one shot on an illusion. After six years of being unable to muster the least interest in any other woman he was resigned to his condition.
Though he knew resigned wasn’t the word for it. Not when every time her memory sank its inky tentacles into his mind, his muscles felt as if they’d snap.
He braced himself until this latest attack passed....
A realization went off in his head like a solar flare.
All these years...he’d been going about it all wrong!
>
Fighting what he felt with every breath had been the worst thing he could have done. After he’d realized none of it was going away, he should have done the opposite. He should have let it run its course, until it was purged from his system.
But it didn’t matter that he hadn’t done that before. Now was the perfect time to do it. And to let all those still-seething emotions work to his advantage for once.
A smile tugged at his lips, fueled by what he hadn’t felt in six years, what he’d thought he’d never feel again. Excitement. Anticipation. Drive. Challenge.
All he needed now were some updates on Glory to use in this acquisition. He already had enough to make it a hostile takeover, but more leverage wouldn’t hurt.
Wouldn’t hurt him.
Now, her—that was a totally different story.
* * *
Glory Monaghan stared dazedly at her laptop screen.
She couldn’t be seeing this. An email from him.
She drew a shaky hand across numb lips, shock reverberating in her every nerve.
Slow down. Think. It must be an old one....
No. This was new. She’d deleted his old emails. Though she had only two months ago. And by accident, too.
Yep, for six years, those emails had migrated from one computer to another with all of her vital data. She hadn’t clicked a mouse to scrub her life clean of his degrading echoes. She hadn’t gotten rid of one shred of him. Not his scribbled notes, voice messages or anything he’d given her or left at her place.
It hadn’t been as pathetic as it sounded. It had been therapeutic. Educational. To analyze the mementos and the events associated with each, to familiarize herself further with the workings of the mind of a unique son of a bitch.
The lessons gained from such in-depth scrutiny had been invaluable. No one had ever come close to fooling her again. No one had come close again, period. No one had surprised her, let alone shocked her, since.
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