HOW TO MARRY A PRINCESS

by Christine Rimmer

  Breathless, still yearning, she faced forward again. Sagging against the iron back of the bench, she stared out beyond the railing at the moonlit sea.

  Noah said nothing. She was grateful for that.

  Back on the path behind them, a woman laughed. It was more of a giggle, really. A man spoke as though in reply, his voice low and intimate, the words unclear. More feminine laughter, and then the man said something else, the sound of his voice retreating as he spoke. Whoever they were, they had turned and gone back toward the palace.

  There was silence. Only the breeze off the sea and the distant cry of a gull.

  Alice smoothed her hair and straightened the bodice of her strapless gown. “Sometimes I really disappoint myself.”

  “Is it possible you’re trying too hard to be good?” he asked in that lovely sexy rumble that had stirred her from the first.

  She shot him a scoffing glance. “More likely, I’m not trying hard enough.”

  He caught her hand. Before she could pull away, he pressed his wonderful lips to the back of it. His mouth was so warm, so deliciously soft compared to the rest of him. “You’re amazing. Just as you are. Why mess with a great thing?” His words were pure temptation. She wanted only to sigh and sway against him again, to kiss him some more, to give him a chance to flatter her endlessly. She wanted to let him kiss her and touch her until she forgot all the promises she’d made to herself about learning a little discipline, about keeping her actions under control.

  Instead, she said, “I would like my hand back, please.” He released her. She rose and brushed out her taffeta skirt. “Good night. Please don’t follow me.” She turned for the trail, glancing back only once before she ducked between the hedges.

  He hadn’t moved. He sat facing the sea, staring out at the moon.

  * * *

  Alice collected her bag and wrap from the attendant at the side entrance and called for her driver.

  Twenty minutes after she’d left Noah staring out to sea, the driver was holding the limo door for her. She slipped into the plush embrace of the black leather seat.

  At home she had another bath. A long one, to relax.

  But she didn’t relax. She lay there amid the lily-scented bubbles and tried not to feel like a complete jerk.

  Noah had really stepped up. He’d made an honest, forthright apology for misleading her at the stables. And then he’d gone about being a perfect gentleman. He’d also been open and honest with her about his life, his past. About the tensions between him and his little sister.

  He had not put a move on her. She’d made sure that he wouldn’t, by going on and on about how from now on she planned to look before she leaped.

  After which she had grabbed him and kissed him for all she was worth.

  Seriously, now. She was hopeless. She needed a keeper, someone to follow her around and make sure she behaved herself. Twenty-five years old and she couldn’t stop acting like an impulsive, greedy child.

  Her bath grew cold. She only grew more tense, more annoyed with herself.

  Finally, she got out and dried off and put on a robe. It was after two in the morning. Time for bed.

  But she couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking how Noah had said he had no problem with her looking him up on the internet.

  Finally, she threw back the covers, grabbed her laptop and snooped around for a while.

  She learned that everything he’d told her that night—and in the stables, for that matter—was the truth. He was quite a guy, really, to have come from a run-down rented bungalow in the roughest part of Los Angeles without a penny to his name and built a real-estate empire before he was thirty. When he was twenty-eight, he’d been one of Forbes’ thirty top entrepreneurs under thirty. Two years ago he’d been a People magazine pick for one of America’s ten most eligible bachelors. His Santa Barbara–area estate had been profiled in House & Garden.

  There were several pages of images. Some of them showed him with Lucy, who had a sweet, friendly smile and looked very young. But most of them were of him with a gorgeous woman at his side—a lot of different gorgeous women. He’d never been linked to any one woman for any length of time.

  The endless series of beautiful girlfriends reminded her of all the reasons she wouldn’t be getting involved with him. The last thing she needed was to fall for a rich player who would trade her in for a newer model at the first opportunity.

  It was after four when she finally fell asleep. She woke at noon, ate a quick breakfast, put on her riding clothes and went to the stables.

  Noah wasn’t there. Excellent. With a little luck, she would get through the last five days of his Montedoran visit without running into him again.

  * * *

  Sunday morning, Alice kept her promise to Max and went to breakfast at the palace. Everyone seemed happy to see her.

  Her mother made a special effort to ask her how the plans were coming along for next year’s Grand Champions Tour. Alice gave her a quick report and her mother said how pleased they all were with her work. She’d sold two mares, a stallion and a gelding in the past month. The money helped support her breeding program, but a good chunk of it went to important causes. Her mother praised her contribution to the lives of all Montedorans.

  Alice basked in the approval. She knew what it meant. Her mother was getting past her disappointment over her antics in Glasgow.

  At the table, she ended up next to Damien. He threw an arm across her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Allie. You’re looking splendid, as always.”

  “Flatterer.”

  Dami shrugged and got to work on his eggs Benedict. He looked a little tired, she thought. But then, he often did. He was quite the globe-trotter. Most people thought he was all about beautiful women and the good life—and he was. But he also held a degree in mechanical engineering and design. He was a talented artist, too. And beyond all that, he loved putting together a profitable business deal almost as much as their second-born brother, Rule. And then there were the charities he worked hard to support.

  No wonder he looked as though he needed a long nap.

  She was tempted to ply him with questions about Noah. But what was the point? She’d already decided that she and Noah weren’t going to be happening, so it didn’t matter what Dami might have to tell her about him.

  Dami sipped espresso. When he set down the demitasse, he turned to her again and said softly, “I heard you danced more than one dance with Noah Cordell last Friday. After which you went walking in the garden with him....”

  Well, all right, then. Apparently, she was going to hear about Noah after all, whether she wanted to or not. “I met him in the stables. He was there Wednesday and Thursday mornings, early. He said you had introduced him to Gilbert.”

  “That’s right.”

  “We...chatted.”

  “And danced,” he repeated, annoyingly patient. “And walked in the garden.”

  “Yes, Dami. We did.”

  “You like him.” It wasn’t a question. His expression was unreadable.

  She answered truthfully. “I do. He’s intelligent, fun and a good dancer, as well.”

  “He’s worse with women than I am.”

  “But you’re not so bad—lately. I mean, what about Vesuvia?”

  “What about her?” He gave her one of those looks. “We’ve been on-again, off-again. Now we’re permanently off.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Don’t be. It’s for the best.”

  “But you’ve settled down a lot. We’ve all noticed.”

  He dismissed her argument with a wave. “I’m not a good bet when it comes to relationships. Neither is Noah. It’s always a new woman with him. Take my advice. Stay away from him.”

  That got her back up. “You ought to know better
than to tell me what to do, Dami.”

  “It’s for your own good, I promise you.”

  She laughed. “You’re just making it worse. And you know that. You know how I am. Tell me not to do a thing and I just have to do it. Or are you trying to get me interested in Noah?”

  “I’m not that clever.”

  “Oh, please. We both know you’re brilliant.”

  “Sometimes, my darling, I actually do mean exactly what I say. Please stay away from Noah Cordell.”

  She really wanted to remind him that he had no right to tell her whom she could or couldn’t see. But she let it go. “He wants to buy Orion.”

  “Do you want to sell him Orion?”

  “I told him I wouldn’t, but actually, I’m still thinking it over.”

  “I’ll be honest.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  “I’ve been to his California estate. It’s a horse farm and a fine one. And he’s as good with horses as you are.”

  Alice had seen how good Noah was with horses. Still, her pride couldn’t let that stand. “No one’s as good with horses as I am.”

  “Plus, you’re so enchantingly shy and modest.”

  “Shyness and modesty are overrated.”

  He turned back to his meal. They ate in silence for a minute or two. Then he said, “Noah’s got more money than we do. He would pay whatever price you set for one of your Tekes. And he treats his animals handsomely.”

  “Then you do think I should sell him the stallion?”

  “Yes—but then, I know you, Allie. You’re going to do exactly what you want to do.”

  “I certainly am.”

  “Just don’t let him charm you. Keep your guard up, or you’ll get hurt.”

  * * *

  Keep your guard up, or you’ll get hurt....

  Dami had only warned her of what she already knew. And she would heed his warning. For once, she wouldn’t be contrary for contrary’s sake. She would take her brother’s advice and steer clear of Noah Cordell. Should she happen to meet up with him again, she would treat him with courtesy.

  Courtesy and nothing more.

  Her resolve got its first test at the stables that afternoon. Noah appeared as she was consulting with the equine dentist who checked the teeth of all her horses twice yearly. She glanced up and there he was out in the courtyard, the September sun gilding his hair, looking way too tall and fit and yummy for her peace of mind. Just the sight of him caused a curl of heat down low in her abdomen.

  But no problem. She could handle this.

  Alice asked the dentist to excuse her for a moment.

  When Noah entered the stable, she was waiting for him, her smile cool and composed. “Noah. I hardly recognized you.”

  Gone were the old jeans and battered Western boots. Today he was beautifully turned out in the English style: black breeches, black polo shirt and a fine pair of black field boots. He regarded her distantly. “I was hoping to ride.” A flick of a glance at the rows of stalls. “How about Gadim?” The six-year-old black gelding had energy to spare and could be fractious.

  But she knew Noah could handle him. “Excellent choice. Shall I call a groom to tack him up?”

  “I can manage, thanks.” His tone gave her nothing. Because she’d come on so distant and cool? Or because he’d already lost interest in her?

  She couldn’t tell.

  And she wished that she didn’t care.

  “Good, then,” she said too brightly. “Have a pleasant ride.”

  She returned to her consultation with the dentist, who had a list of the horses needing teeth pulled or filed.

  Noah was off on Gadim when she finished with the dentist. She considered lingering until he came back. She wanted to ask him how he’d enjoyed his ride, to let him know that she might be convinced to sell him Orion.

  But that would only be courting trouble.

  She liked him too much. She could let down her guard with him so very easily. Not that he even cared at this point. He’d seemed so bored and uninterested earlier.

  Which shouldn’t matter in the least to her.

  But it did.

  No. Not a good idea to hang around in the hope of seeing him again.

  She left the stables for a far paddock, where she spent the remainder of the afternoon working on leading and tying with a couple of recently weaned foals.

  * * *

  “Don’t listen to Dami,” Rhia said that evening as they shared dessert on the terrace of her villa overlooking the harbor.

  Alice had told her sister everything by then. “But what if Dami’s right?”

  “That the man’s a player? Oh, please. As though Dami has any room to talk.”

  “Well, but I just don’t need to get myself into any more trouble. I really don’t.”

  Rhia enjoyed a slow bite of her chocolate soufflé. “How are you going to get into trouble? You said he’s filthy rich.”

  “Whether or not I get myself in trouble has nothing to do with how much money a man has.”

  “I mean you can rest assured that he’s no fortune hunter. You’re both single. You both love horses. You enjoy being with him. And you happen to be extremely attracted to him. You should give him a chance.” She savored yet another bite. “Mmm.” She licked chocolate from her upper lip. “Lately, if it’s chocolate, I can’t get enough.”

  “The baby must love chocolate,” Alice suggested with a smile.

  “That must be it—and what was it you once advised me? ‘Rhia, be bold,’ you said.”

  “Oh, please. That was about Marcus.”

  “So?”

  “Marcus loves you. He’s always loved you.”

  Rhia frowned. “I wasn’t at all sure about that at the time.”

  “Still, my situation is entirely different.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we’re so different, you and I. You’ve always been nothing short of exemplary. Well behaved and good. You needed to be told to get out there and go after the only man you’ve ever loved. I don’t require any such encouragement.”

  “On the contrary, it seems very clear to me that you do.”

  “One, Noah Cordell is not my lifelong love. I truly hardly know the man. And two, if anything, I need to be told not to be bold.”

  Her sister reached across the table and touched her cheek. “You like him. He likes you. You haven’t been this worked up over a man in forever.”

  “I am not worked up.”

  Rhia clucked her tongue and then began scraping the last of the soufflé out of her ramekin. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

  “Support me. Sympathize with me.”

  “As though that’s going to help you.” Rhia shook her head and licked her spoon.

  “Even if I took your advice instead of Dami’s, I’m afraid it’s too late.”

  “Too late for what?”

  “I’m afraid he’s not interested in me anymore. Today in the stables, he acted as though he didn’t even care what I thought of him.”

  “Was this before or after you treated him like a stranger?”

  “I didn’t treat him like a stranger.”

  “Yes, you did. You said that you did.”

  “I was perfectly civil.”

  “Civil. Precisely. Are you going to eat your soufflé?”

  Alice pushed it across the table.

  Rhia dug right in, sighing. “Oh, my, yes. So good. And you do see what’s happening here, don’t you?”

  “What?”

  “You are not being you.” Rhia paused to sigh over another big bite of chocolate. “And you’re making yourself miserable.”

  “Not being me? Of course I’m being me. Who else would I
be?”

  “Allow me to explain....”

  “Please.”

  Rhia pointed with her spoon. “You went a little over the top in Glasgow.”

  “A little?”

  “That is what I said. You went over the top, and since then, you’ve decided you need to be so well behaved and subdued. It’s just not like you at all. You are a brave, bold person, a person who jumps right into anything that interests her, who lives by her instincts. But you’re trying to be someone else, someone careful and controlled, someone who plans ahead, who reasons everything out with agonizing care. And as your favorite sister who loves you more than you’ll ever know, it’s my responsibility to inform you that being someone you’re not isn’t working for you.”

  * * *

  Alice thought a lot about the things Rhia had said to her. She could see the sense in Rhia’s advice, she truly could.

  But the thing was that she liked Noah too much. She hardly knew him, yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

  It scared her. It really did. She’d never been so powerfully attracted to any man before. What if she did fall in love with him?

  And then he dumped her for someone else?

  Even a brave, bold woman who lived by her instincts should have the sense not to volunteer for that kind of pain.

  She didn’t see him on Monday. But then Tuesday she went down to the Triangle d’Or, the area of exclusive shops near the casino, to pick up a Balenciaga handbag she’d ordered. She saw him sitting at a little outdoor café sipping an espresso. He was alone and she was so very tempted to stop and chat with him a little.

  But she didn’t. Uh-uh. She walked on by, quickly, before he could spot her and wave at her. Or worse, ignore her.

  He was leaving on Thursday, he’d said. She only had to get through the next day without doing anything stupid. He would go home to his estate in California, to his frail and artistic little sister. And in time she would forget him.

  All day Wednesday she kept thinking that tomorrow he would be gone. He never came to the stables that day—or if he did, she missed seeing him. She went home at a little after six.

  Tomorrow he’ll be gone....