The Prince's Secret Baby

by Christine Rimmer

  “So…you don’t think I’m crazy?” Sydney asked, apprehensions rising.

  “No way. I knew he was the one for you the moment I saw him.”

  “Uh, you did?”

  “Oh, yeah. I mean seriously, Syd. The guy is your type.”

  “Well, yeah. In my wildest fantasies.”

  “Which have now become reality. He’s intelligent, smooth and sophisticated. He’s tall, dark, killer handsome—and I really think he’s a good man. It’s quite the major bonus that he happens to be a prince. And seeing him with Trevor, well, he’s terrific with Trev. And have you noticed they look enough alike to be father and son?”

  Sydney chuckled. “I have, actually.”

  “I go a lot on instinct,” Lani said. “You know that. And my instinct with Rule is you’ve made the right choice.”

  Sydney beamed. “You are the best friend any woman ever had.”

  “Likewise.”

  “Say you’ll come to Vegas with us.” Sydney put on her most pitiful, pleading expression.

  “Are you kidding? Like I would miss that? No way. I’m going.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad!” Sydney grabbed her friend and hugged her hard.

  “How long am I packing for?” Lani asked when Sydney released her.

  “Just overnight. I’ll take tomorrow off. But Tuesday, I’ve got to get back to the office and start wrapping things up for the move to Montedoro.”

  “Oh. My. God. You’re marrying a prince and moving to Europe. I don’t believe it—or, I do believe it. But still. It’s beyond wild.”

  “Yep. I think I need to pinch myself.” Sydney let out a joyous laugh. “Is this really real?”

  “Oh, yes, it is!” Lani replied. “Let me see the ring again.” She grabbed Sydney’s hand. “Just gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” And then she stuck out her lower lip and made out a small, sad puppy-dog sound. “But you know I will be sulking. I’ll miss you way too much. And Trev, oh, how will I get along without him?” She put her hand on her chest and pantomimed a heartbeat.

  Sydney had the answer to that one ready. “You don’t have to miss us, not if you come with us.”

  “Come with you? You mean, permanently?”

  “Oh, yeah. I would love that.”

  Lani blinked. “You’re serious.”

  “You bet I am. I’ve already discussed it with Rule. He’s good with it. More than good. And I would love it if you were there—I mean, if that could work for you.”

  “Me. Living in Montedoro with my best friend, the prince’s bride. Interesting.”

  “I was hoping you might think that. But don’t decide now. Take your time. No pressure. I mean that.”

  Lani bumped her shoulder affectionately. “I’ll give it serious consideration—and thank you.”

  “Hey. Don’t thank me. I’ll miss you like crazy if you decide you don’t want to do it. If you come, I’ll be the grateful one.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Lani promised. “And we’d better get cracking if we’re going to be ready to head for Vegas at eight.”

  * * *

  As it turned out, Rule had Bravo relatives in Las Vegas. Aaron and Fletcher Bravo ran a pair of Las Vegas casino/hotels. Rule was a second cousin to both men. His grandfather James and their grandfather Jonas had been brothers.

  “Fletcher and Aaron are half brothers,” Rule told Sydney during the flight to Nevada. “They have different mothers, but both are sons of Blake Bravo.”

  “I have to ask. You don’t mean the Blake Bravo?”

  “Ah. You’ve heard of the infamous Blake?”

  She nodded. “He died in Oklahoma about a decade ago, and at the time, the story made the front page of every paper in Texas. He was pretty notorious.”

  Rule nodded. “Yes, he was. Kidnapping his own brother’s son for a fortune in diamonds, marrying all those women…” Beyond the whole kidnapping thing, Blake Bravo had been a world-class polygamist. He’d married any number of women all over the country and he’d never divorced a single one of them. Each woman had believed she was the only one.

  Sydney said, “A very busy man, that Blake.”

  “Busy is not the word I would have chosen,” Rule said dryly. “But yes, both Aaron and Fletcher are his sons.”

  The flight took a little under three hours, but they gained two hours because of changing time zones, so they touched down at McCarran International Airport at ten after ten in the morning.

  There was a limo waiting. The driver loaded the trunk with their luggage, the security guy who had flown from Dallas with them got in front on the passenger side and off they went to High Sierra Resort and Casino.

  Aaron Bravo was CEO of High Sierra. The resort was directly across Las Vegas Boulevard from Impresario Resort and Casino, which Fletcher ran. The two giant complexes were joined by a glass breezeway five stories up, above the Strip.

  Aaron greeted them at the entrance to his resort. Tall and lean with brown hair, Aaron wasn’t classically handsome. But he was attractive, very much so, with a strong nose, sharp cheekbones and a square jaw. He said how pleased he was to meet Sydney and Lani—and Trevor, too. Then he introduced them to his wife, Celia, who was cute and friendly, a redhead with big hazel eyes.

  Celia led the way to their suite, which had its own kitchen, a large living area and four bedrooms branching off of it. The security guy, whose name was Joseph, had the room next door.

  The first order of business was to get the marriage license. Lani stayed behind with Trevor. Sydney, Rule and Joseph headed for the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau. An hour later, they were back in the suite, where Trev was playing with his trucks and Lani was stretched out on the sofa with her laptop.

  “Ready for pampering?” she asked. “Celia says the spa is called Touch of Gold and it’s full service… .”

  “Go,” said Rule. “Both of you. The wedding’s not until four.” The short ceremony would be held in the wedding chapel right there at High Sierra. “I’ll watch Trevor.”

  Sydney hesitated to let him do that. How strange. Here she was about to marry this wonderful man, and she felt reluctant to leave him alone with her son.

  But no. Her reaction was only natural. It was one thing to trust her own heart. Another to leave her child alone with someone for the first time—even someone like Rule, who was so good with Trevor.

  Lani spoke up. “Uh-uh. I’m onto something with this chapter and I’m not giving it up now. You go, Syd. I’m staying.”

  “Roo!” called Trev from under the table. “Come. We play trucks!”

  So Rule and Lani both stayed in the suite with Trevor. Sydney went by herself to the spa. On the way, she stopped in at the resort’s florist and ordered a bouquet of yellow roses, which she told them she would pick up personally in a few hours. She also asked to have a yellow rose boutonniere sent up to the suite for Rule.

  At Touch of Gold, she decided to start with a hot rock massage. After the massage, she had it all, mani-pedi, haircut and blow dry and the expert attention of the spa’s cosmetician, too.

  And then, when she was perfectly manicured, with her hair smooth and shiny and softly curling to her shoulders and her makeup just right, Celia appeared with a tall, stunning brunette, Cleo, who was Fletcher’s wife. The two women took Sydney to the bridal boutique not far from the spa.

  Sydney chose a simple sleeveless fitted sheath dress of white silk and a short veil. Her shoes were ivory satin platform high heels, with side bows and peep toes. Celia had Sydney’s street clothes sent back to the suite and Sidney left the boutique dressed for her wedding. After that, they stopped off at the florist to pick up her bouquet.

  And then the two women led her straight to the High Sierra wedding chapel. Sydney waited in the chapel’s vestibule for the “Wedding March” to begin. Staying to the side, out of sight, she peeked around the open door.

  The rest of the small wedding party was already there: Lani, holding Trev, and Aaron and another dark-haired man who was obviously Cleo’s hu
sband, Fletcher Bravo. She saw him in profile and noted the family resemblance between him and Aaron—and Rule, too, she realized.

  Her groom was waiting for her, standing down in front with the justice of the peace, looking fabulous as always in a black silk suit with a lustrous cobalt-blue tie and a shirt the color of a summer sky. In his lapel, he wore the yellow rose she’d sent him.

  Sydney’s pulse beat faster, just at the sight of him. And she smiled to herself, thinking of all the years she’d been so sure she would never find him—the right man, a good man, solid, smart and funny and true. The fact that he’d turned out to be a real-life prince who was total eye candy and had a voice that turned her insides to jelly, well, that was just the icing on the cake.

  He was exactly the man for her. He made her feel beautiful and bold and exciting—or maybe he simply saw her beauty and made her see it, too. It didn’t matter. With him, she could have it all. She could not wait to start their life together.

  The only thing that could have made this day more perfect was if her Grandma Ellen could have been here, too.

  Cleo helped Sydney pin the short veil in place.

  And then the “Wedding March” began.

  With a smile of pure happiness curving her lips and the glow of new love in her heart, Sydney walked down the aisle toward her waiting groom. She was absolutely certain she was making the right choice, marrying a man who saw beyond the walls she had erected to protect her injured heart. A man who had loved her the first moment he saw her, a man who wanted to be a real father to her son. A man who had been charmingly reluctant to reveal his princely heritage. A man of honor, who spoke the truth.

  A man who did not have a deceptive bone in his body.

  Chapter Seven

  The justice of the peace said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  His eyes only for her, Rule raised the short veil and guided it back over her head.

  And then he drew her closer to him and he kissed her, a tender, perfect kiss. A kiss that promised everything: his love and his devotion, the bright future they would share. Sydney closed her eyes and wished the special moment might last forever.

  * * *

  After the ceremony, they all went to dinner in a private dining room in High Sierra’s nicest restaurant. More children joined them there, six of them. Celia and Aaron had three, as did Fletcher and Cleo. The food was great and the company even better.

  Aaron and Fletcher proposed a series of excellent toasts and when the kids were done eating, they were all allowed to get down and play together. There was much childish laughter. Trev loved every minute of it. He seemed quite taken with Fletcher and Cleo’s oldest child, Ashlyn. He followed her around the private dining room, offering her dazzling smiles whenever she glanced his way. Ashlyn didn’t seem to mind. And she knew several knock-knock jokes. She patiently tried to teach them to Trev, who inevitably got carried away and started playing both parts.

  “Knock, knock,” Ashlyn would say gamely.

  And Trev would crow, “Who’s there? Bill! Orange! Wanda!”

  There was a cake, three tiers tall, a yellow cake with white fondant icing and edible pearls, crowned with a circle of yellow rosebuds. Celia took pictures as Sydney and Rule fed each other too-big bites of the sweet confection.

  Trev tore himself away from his adoration of Ashlyn to join them at the cake table. “Roo, Mama, cake! Now!” He reached up his chubby arms.

  So Rule swept him up against his chest and Trev laughed in delight. “Roo!” he cried. “Kiss,” and puckered up his little mouth.

  Rule puckered up as well and kissed him with a loud, smacking sound, which made Trev laugh even harder. A second later, he demanded, “Cake, Mama!”

  “Cake, please?” she suggested.

  And he shouted, “Cake! Please!”

  So Sydney fed him a few bites of cake while Celia snapped more pictures. Then they served everyone else. The kids were silent—for a few minutes anyway—as they devoured their dessert.

  After that, everyone lingered, reluctant to call an end to an enjoyable event. The adults chatted, the children went back to running in and out under the table, laughing, playing tag.

  Eventually though, the little ones started getting fussy. Lani said she would take Trev up to the suite. Sydney offered to go, but Lani said she wanted to get back to her writing anyway. She could handle Trevor and work on her book at the same time, and often did. She would keep her laptop handy and sneak in a sentence or two whenever Trevor gave her a moment to herself.

  So Lani took him up. Soon after, Celia and Cleo gathered their respective broods and left for the onsite apartments each family kept in the resort complex.

  That left Fletcher and Aaron playing dual hosts to the newlyweds. The men talked a little business. The Bravo CEOs agreed that Montedoran oranges would be a perfect addition to the complimentary fruit baskets they offered in their luxury suites.

  Rule invited his two second cousins and their families to Montedoro. Both said they would love to come. They would stay at the Prince’s Palace and visit the fabulous casino in Montedoro’s resort ward of Colline d’Ambre.

  Finally, after more good wishes for a long and happy life together, the half brothers went to join their families. Rule and Sydney were left alone in the private dining room.

  He drew her close to him, tipped up her chin and kissed her slowly and so sweetly. “My wife…” he whispered against her lips. “My own princess.”

  She chuckled. “Just like that? I only have to marry you and I get to be a princess?”

  He took her hand, laid it against his chest. “And you will always rule my heart.”

  She laughed then. “Oh, you are so smooth.” And then she frowned.

  He kissed her furrowed brow. “What?”

  “Your mother, the princess. Your family. This will be quite a surprise to them.”

  “A happy surprise,” he said.

  “So…you haven’t told them anything about me yet?”

  “Only my father. He knows…everything. And by now he will have told my mother that I’ve married the only woman for me.”

  She searched his face. “The way you say that. Everything. It sounds mysterious somehow.”

  He touched her cheek, smoothed a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Not mysterious at all. I spoke with my father this morning, before I came to take you to the airport. He wished us much happiness and he looks forward to meeting his new daughter-in-law and grandson.”

  “So he’s not overly disappointed that you’re not marrying Princess Lili?”

  He traced the neckline of her wedding dress, striking sparks of excitement. “My father is a great believer in marrying for love. So he wants me to be happy. And he understands that I will be happy—with you.”

  “And your mother?”

  “I know that she will be happy for me, as well.” He kissed her again, slowly. A kiss that deepened, went from tender to scorching-hot. Her mind went hazy and her body went loose.

  When he lifted his mouth from hers that time and the small dining room swam into focus again, a busman stood at the door. “Excuse me. I’ll come back… .”

  Rule shook his head. “No. We’re just leaving.” He stood and pulled back her chair for her. “Shall we try our luck in the casino?”

  “I’m terrible at games of chance.”

  “Never admit that. Lady Luck will hear you.”

  Her bouquet and her short veil, which she’d removed a while ago, lay on the table. Rule signaled the busman over, tipped him hugely and asked him to have both items delivered to their suite.

  The busman promised it would be done.

  Sydney took the rose from Rule’s lapel, feeling wonderfully wifely and possessive of him as she did it. “This, too,” she told the busman. “And the cake. I want the rest of the cake.”

  The busman promised he’d have the cake boxed and sent to their suite with the veil, the bouquet and the boutonniere.

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nbsp; They took the wide glass breezeway across the Strip to Impresario, which was all in blacks and reds and golds, a Moulin Rouge theme. They played roulette for over two hours. Sydney surprised herself by winning steadily. When they left the roulette table she was up more than a thousand dollars.

  She caught sight of Joseph a few feet away and leaned close to her new husband to whisper, “Joseph is following us.”

  He brushed a kiss against her hair. “Joseph is always following us. That’s his job.”

  “You’re kidding. You mean every time I’ve been out with you…?”

  “That’s right. Joseph has been somewhere nearby.”

  “I swear I never noticed before.”

  “You’re not supposed to notice. He’s paid to be invisible until he’s needed.”

  “Well, he’s very good at it.”

  “He’ll be pleased to hear that. Joseph takes great pride in his work—and what would you like to play next?”

  “I was kind of thinking it would be fun to try my luck at blackjack.”

  “Blackjack it is, then.” They found a table and played for another hour. Sydney won some more.

  When they left the blackjack table it was after ten.

  He leaned close. “I think you’re lucky, after all.”

  “I think it’s you,” she whispered back. “You bring me luck.”

  He had his arm around her and pulled her closer, right there in the aisle, on their way toward the elevators that led up to the fifth floor and the breezeway back to High Sierra. Their lips met.

  And a flash went off.

  She laughed. “I think I’m seeing stars.”

  But he wasn’t smiling. “The jackals are onto us.”

  “Ahem. Excuse me… .?”

  “Paparazzi. We have to go.” He already had her hand and was moving fast toward the elevators. She hurried to keep up. More flashes went off.

  A balding guy in tight pants and a black shirt with a big gold chain around his neck stepped in front of them. He stuck a microphone in Rule’s face and started firing questions at him, racing backward to keep up with them. “Enjoying your visit to America, Your Highness? Who is the woman in white? Is that a wedding ring I see on the lady’s finger?”