The Marcelli Princess

by Sarra Cannon

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  * * *

  "I have something for you, Danny," Rafael said as he entered the family room.

  Mia sat on the floor with the boy on her lap. They both looked at him and smiled, Danny with more excitement than his mother.

  "What is it?" Danny asked as he eyed the long, cloth-wrapped package. "A truck?"

  "Better than a truck. I had it sent over from the palace. " Rafael knelt on the floor and peeled back the quilted fabric. When he'd exposed the gold-and-jewel-covered scepter, he paused expectantly.

  Danny stared at the scepter. "What's that?"

  "The royal scepter of Calandria. "

  Danny looked at his mother. "What's that?"

  Mia cleared her throat. "Well, it's a very important and beautiful part of your heritage. It symbolizes who you are. "

  "I'm Danny. "

  "Okay, yes, but you're also your father's son. Which makes you his heir. "

  "I'm the Crown Prince of Calandria," Rafael said, determined to be patient with the child. It was not his fault he didn't already know this. "I will rule as king and you will rule after me. "

  Danny considered that, then asked, "Where's Calandria?"

  Rafael had come prepared. He pulled a European map out of his pocket and spread it on the floor. "Here is Italy and France. This is Spain. This is the Mediterranean and here is Calandria. "

  Danny stared at the island and wrinkled his nose. "It's small. Can I be the heir to a bigger place? What about Australia? Mommy and me read all about it in a book. There are kangaroos and crocodiles. I want to heir Australia. "

  As he spoke he reached for the scepter and slammed it against the floor. Rafael winced.

  "Okay then," Mia said, grabbing it from him. "Maybe we should put this on a shelf until you're a little older. Why don't you go see Grammy M in the kitchen? I know she's making cookies. Maybe she'll let you help. "

  "Okay. "

  Danny scrambled to his feet and ran off to the kitchen. Mia turned to Rafael. "Sorry about that. He's still pretty young. I don't think he's grasping the whole 'heir' thing, which isn't a huge surprise as the rest of us are having trouble with it as well. "

  "He will have to learn," he told her, remembering how many responsibilities he had had when he had been little older than Danny was now. He needed to get the boy back to Calandria, where his real education would begin.

  But that journey was a few weeks away. He had best remember not to rush his plan.

  "You have done well with him," he told Mia. "A woman alone with a child, especially a boy. "

  "Hardly alone. Once I knew I was pregnant, I moved back here. It worked out well. I had help and I'm close to the campus for my studies. "

  "What happens when you graduate from law school?"

  "I'll get a job and move to Los Angeles. By then Danny will be in kindergarten. " She paused. "Well, that was the plan. I guess now I'll be discussing things like that with you. "

  "There is plenty of time for that," he said. In truth she would most likely still get a job in Los Angeles. The only difference was that her son would be in Calandria.

  But that conversation was for much later. First he had to convince Mia to trust him… and seduce her into wanting him again.

  He looked forward to both activities, especially the latter. He still found her most appealing, although he'd never been able to say exactly why. She was attractive, but great beauties populated his world. She was more intelligent than most women of his acquaintance, not that he set a great store by a woman's mind.

  No, it was something else. He remembered the feel of her skin and how that had aroused him. Her scent, even when she was fresh from the shower, had lingered in his mind long after she had disappeared from his life. He had been with a great many women and most of those encounters blurred. Oddly, he remembered nearly everything about making love with Mia, and that remembering made him want to be with her again.

  If she were someone else, someone with even minor titled connections or the daughter of a great leader, he would consider making their marriage a permanent connection. But she wasn't, and when it came to whom he would have more children with, he had to consider his obligation to the throne. Still, they were together for now and he planned to enjoy every minute of it.

  He reached for her hand and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles. "You have been most patient and understanding. "

  She smiled. "Not much choice there. You're Danny's father. The prince thing is a bit of a shock, although it doesn't come close to the one about you not being dead. "

  He shifted closer and let his gaze drop to her mouth. "Are you glad I'm not dead?"

  "Of course. "

  "I can say the same about you. I was most distressed when they told me you were gone. And later, when I thought you'd been killed…" He hesitated just enough to give the words a sincere ring. "Mia… I had just found you. "

  "Found is strong," she murmured. "I was sort of thrust upon you by the agency. I was there to do a job. "

  "As was I. Instead we found each other. "

  He spoke easily, mostly because it was all true. He had been delighted to find her. He'd known about the American operative and knew the wisdom of beginning an affair with her as a means to ending his time as Diego. He would have seduced her regardless, but with Mia what could have been effort had turned into true pleasure. For both of them.

  He had even missed her when he'd returned to his life at the palace. Perhaps not as much as he indicated, but more than he usually did. Under other circumstances, he would tell her that and know she would be grateful.

  "Let us not be parted again," he whispered.

  Her eyes widened. "Rafael, I— "

  He touched her mouth with his finger. "Shh. I think we are done talking. " Then he lowered his head so that he could kiss her.

  A heartbeat before he finally claimed her with his mouth, he heard footsteps in the hallway and a familiar and irritating voice saying, "I sure have a habit of showing up at the wrong time, don't I?"

  * * *

  "Do I need to lecture you?" Joe asked when Rafael had excused himself and Mia had scrambled onto the sofa.

  She leaned back against the cushions and sighed. "Maybe. I know it's crazy to get involved with him and I can't tell you how grateful I am that you appeared when you did. "

  "But?" he prodded.

  "But knowing I shouldn't get lost in the past and not getting lost in the past are two very different things. He knows how to push all my buttons. "

  "Don't take it personally. He's a professional playboy by career and temperament, Mia. He's had plenty of practice. "

  Not exactly what she wanted to hear. Still, the information needed to sink into her brain. "Keep telling me he's the enemy," she said. "Apparently I need help not making a fool out of myself. "

  There was something about Rafael. His physical appearance might be different enough to make her nervous, but the chemical attraction between them didn't seem to care about things like scars and a change in eye color.

  Joe slapped down a folder on the coffee table. "The preliminary report on Rafael. "

  She eyed the pages inside. "And?"

  "He's who he said. Heir to the Calandrian throne. Not married. Not even a fiancée waiting in the wings. There have been rumors of various arranged marriages, but nothing seems to happen with them. "

  "Good to know. " What with the almost kissing.

  "He was educated in Europe. Graduated from Oxford. No career, of course, if you don't count the whole soon-to-be king gig. He partied hard when he was in his early twenties— nothing too kinky. He's a thrill seeker, but that's calmed down, too. No dead bodies, no bastard children. "

  Mia shook her head. "Oh, there's at least one we know of. "

  "Okay, but aside from Danny, he's clean. Which means Danny's the real heir. "

  "What if he marries and has legitimate children?" She shook her head
. "I can't believe I'm actually discussing this. Legitimate children. Like we're in Elizabethan times. "

  "There's nothing like dealing with a royal family to bring up the past," Joe told her. "Per Calandria law, it's the acknowledged firstborn son of the crown prince/ king. Whoever he is at the time. So if Rafael doesn't marry you or he doesn't officially acknowledge Danny, then there will be no Marcelli rule of Calandria. "

  "Gee, and we were all so anxious to expand our winery business. What's involved in officially acknowledging?"

  "Paperwork mostly, and a presentation to the parliament. He's taken the DNA test, Mia. My guess is he's going to acknowledge Danny as his heir. "

  "Swell. "

  "Look on the bright side. If Danny's a prince, you have to be something too, right?"

  "Screwed. I believe I'm mostly screwed. "

  "It's not as bad as that. "

  She leaned forward. "In all likelihood my son is going to one day rule Calandria. How long do you think he's going to be allowed to have a normal life?"

  "Whatever happens, you're his mom. You'll be there to protect him. "

  "I know, but king. Jeez. I better get going on teaching him to tie his shoes. "

  5

  "What kind of a surprise?" Danny asked. "A big surprise? Is it a puppy? I'd like a puppy, Mommy. I'm big enough now. "

  Maybe he was, but she wasn't, Mia thought wryly, knowing that dealing with a puppy was exactly enough to push her over the edge.

  "We talked about a puppy," she reminded him. "It will come under consideration when you're eight. "

  Danny sighed. "I know. But that's so far. "

  Twice his life. He was already growing so fast. He would be eight before she knew it.

  "What surprise?" he asked again.

  "I don't know," she told him. Rafael hadn't been clear. He'd only asked them to meet him at three-thirty and said there would be a surprise.

  She knew he'd gone out. The huge limo was gone, as were the ever-present Oliver and Umberto. What a life— trailing after a crown prince, watching him have all the fun. Or did royal bodyguards have groupies who made things more interesting?

  Just then the limo turned the corner. Danny squealed and pointed. "I can see the flags, Mommy. Can we have flags on our car?"

  She had a feeling that diplomatic flags were hard to come by but might be worth the effort, especially during tourist season in Santa Barbara when parking was impossible to find. No doubt with diplomatic immunity came freedom from parking tickets.

  The vehicle pulled to a stop. Umberto climbed out of the front passenger seat and walked to the rear door. When he opened it, Rafael stepped out.

  "How nice to see my family waiting," he said with a smile. "My very handsome son and his beautiful mother. "

  Mia reminded herself that it was his job to be smooth on command, but still, she liked the compliment and the way his gaze lingered on her.

  "What did you bring me?" Danny demanded.

  Mia winced. "How about some manners? You could say hello first. "

  "Hello. What did you bring me?"

  Rafael walked to the trunk of the limo and opened it. Inside was a fully assembled three-wheeled bike with a horn and flags that matched those on the limo.

  "Maybe they aren't so hard to get," Mia murmured, wondering if she could borrow them for her car when she went into town.

  "Cool!" Danny cried as he raced to the bike. "Can I try it now?"

  Mia cleared her throat. "Hmm, what do we say when someone gives us a gift?"

  Danny wrenched his gaze from the bike and looked at his father. "Thank you very much. " He turned back to his mother. "Now?"