A ROYAL WEDDING—AND A SHOCKING CRIME
After rescuing jewelry designer Ruby Tate from an attacker, Lydian royal guard Galen Harris suspects the crime wasn’t a random incident. Jewelry thieves have set their sights on Lydia’s royal family, and they won’t let anyone stand in their way—including Ruby, who’s in town to help the princess with her wedding jewels. The closer Ruby and Galen get to uncovering the mystery, the harder it is to deny their feelings. But with a deadly gang of criminals after them, will they live to see their own happily ever after?
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“How do you know he followed you?”
“I heard footsteps.” Ruby’s voice broke.
Jade-green eyes blinked at him with fear in their depths.
Galen felt his heart twist. Part of him had been eager to see Ruby ever since he’d heard she’d stepped in to fill the role of Anastasia’s assistant, as the talented princess designed all the jewelry for the upcoming royal weddings. An equal part of him had been wary of a potentially awkward reunion. But awkwardness had become the least of his concerns.
“Are you okay?” He spotted the red marks along her neck where the strap of her bag had cut against her. “Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine, I think.” She touched her neck. “Just sore.”
He ignored the way he felt sitting close to her and focused on the attack.
He had things to do—such as reporting the incident to royal guard headquarters and making sure Ruby really was all right.
And figuring out who her attacker was, and what he was after. And then, making sure the man never hurt Ruby again.
Books by Rachelle McCalla
Love Inspired Suspense
Survival Instinct
Troubled Waters
Out on a Limb
Danger on Her Doorstep
Dead Reckoning
*Princess in Peril
*Protecting the Princess
The Detective’s Secret Daughter
*Prince Incognito
*The Missing Monarch
†Defending the Duchess
Love Inspired Historical
†A Royal Marriage
†Royal Heist
*Reclaiming the Crown
†Protecting the Crown
RACHELLE McCALLA
is a mild-mannered housewife, and the toughest she ever has to get is when she’s trying to keep her four kids quiet in church. Though she often gets in over her head, as her characters do, and has to find a way out, her adventures have more to do with sorting out the carpool and providing food for the potluck. She’s never been arrested, gotten in a fistfight or been shot at. And she’d like to keep it that way! For recipes, fun background notes on the places and characters in this book and more information on forthcoming titles, visit www.rachellemccalla.com.
Royal Heist
Rachelle McCalla
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
and calls forth each of them by name.
ecause of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.
—Isaiah 40:26
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy,
and where thieves break in and steal.
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
—Matthew 6:19–21
To Eddie and Ginger McCalla. Thank you for raising your son to be an honorable and Godly man.
Contents
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
DEAR READER
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
Ruby Tate looked over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps behind her.
A hulking figure, more shadow than man, slipped behind the nearest building.
Ruby blinked. Was someone there, or were her eyes playing tricks on her in the dimness of dusk? Unsure of how to react, Ruby walked faster. At the end of the block she turned the corner. The road bent uphill toward the Lydian royal palace. She would soon put the empty street behind her.
Footfalls echoed behind her again—moving faster now.
Ruby increased her pace to a trot. She had two blocks left to reach the door to her apartment building, built into the rear wall of the palace grounds.
The looming sounds behind her picked up their pace, as well. Was it her imagination, or was he gaining on her?
Ruby ran. She gripped her purse with one hand to keep it from thumping against her hip as she accelerated to a sprint. She could still hear the resounding proof—louder and faster—that she was not alone.
Risking another backward glance, Ruby saw nothing.
No one.
She slowed, looking back again, this time scanning the street for the source of the noise she was nearly certain she still heard.
Where had the man gone? Ruby panted, catching her breath, thinking quickly. Was someone actually chasing her? In all the times she’d visited the Mediterranean kingdom of Lydia with Princess Stasi years before, while the two of them were roommates studying gemology in the United States, Ruby had never heard of any violent crimes in the Christian monarchy. She and Stasi had been out late and walked the city streets, without incident, far more times than she could count.
The memories stilled her fear. In those days, Princess Stasi had a bodyguard named Galen, a youngish guard with a lopsided smile, who’d acted as much as an accomplice as a guard, helping them sneak back inside the palace when Stasi had missed her curfew, keeping Stasi’s identity under wraps so they could mingle anonymously with the locals.
But everything had changed in the last year. In June, a fiery ambush against the royal family had shattered the peace of the tiny kingdom. And Ruby hadn’t spoken to Galen since their painful parting the previous summer.
A noise startled her.
Were those footsteps again?
Ruby wasn’t about to stick around to find out. She sprinted toward the safety of the palace, her ballet flats slamming against the cobblestones as she glanced between buildings, looking for the source of the sounds. Between her rushed breathing and the distant traffic noise from a busy thoroughfare several blocks away, Ruby couldn’t be sure what she heard.
But it sounded like the footsteps were drawing nearer again.
With one long block to go, Ruby passed the break of a side street, glancing down the branching road in time to see a large man tearing toward her from the shadows. Something covered his face—a sheer mesh, like nylon stockings, distorting his features into those of a hideous monster.
The man had her cut off. If she ran straight for her apartment door, she’d run right into his path.
He’d be on her in seconds.
Ruby nearly stumbled as she changed direction, taking the other branch of the cross street at a dead sprint, the heavy footsteps closing in.
She cut down an alley. She’d taken this path with Stasi years before. There was a pedestrian gate just ahead that led through the palace wall, with a gatehouse manned by royal guards.
Royal guards meant safety—if she could stay ahead of her pursuer long enough to reach them.
Thick boots hammered the cobblestones directly behind her. He was close, far too close. She could hear each rasping breath as the man panted in her wake. The palace wall was near but still too far away.
Something tugged at her hair. Fingers swiped her arm, grasping at her shirt.
She was never going to make it. The pedestrian gate lay a full twenty yards ahead, already within view, but rough hands closed over her arms, breaking her flight and tugging her backward.
Ruby let out a panicked scream a split second before a hand slipped over her mouth.
* * *
“What was that?” Galen Harris asked.
“Eh?” Elias, whose guard shift had ended half an hour before, lingered in the pedestrian gate guardhouse, chatting as he so often did.
“It sounded like a scream.”
Ever since Princess Anastasia had called ten minutes before, asking him to watch for her assistant Ruby’s return, Galen had kept his attention on the security screen, which he’d switched to show the area outside Ruby’s apartment door. There’d been no sign of the princess’s friend.
Not out back, anyway. The scream had come from down the block, beyond the scope of the security camera. Galen peered out the rear window and caught sight of two figures struggling in the distant darkness.
“Watch the guardhouse!” Galen punched the button that unlocked the door. He burst out as the woman screamed again, the sound muffled. The evening’s dying light glinted off her red hair.
Ruby.
Galen bounded through the door. He’d heard she was in town, and wondered if Ruby would let him see her again after the way her visit had ended the previous summer. Certain his company wasn’t welcome, he’d purposely avoided her.
But he couldn’t stay away now.
“Halt!” he shouted. “Royal guard!”
The attacker glanced up, his features marred by nylon netting. He moved his hand from Ruby’s mouth only to grab her by the arms.
Galen tore toward them. The masked man tugged at Ruby’s purse strap, shoving against her shoulder with his other hand as he wrenched at the bag.
With a leap, Galen threw himself at the hefty brute, slamming his arm down on the hand that gripped Ruby’s purse strap.
The man’s grasp broke as he stumbled backward, still standing, even with Galen half on top of him.
“Run to the gate!” Galen shouted to Ruby as he attempted to restrain her attacker. The thug spun on his heels to run, but Galen didn’t want the mugger running free on the streets of Sardis, Lydia’s capital city. He grabbed the man by the arm, pulling him back.
Behind them, he heard the faint buzz that meant Elias had deactivated the electronic lock on the door so that Ruby could get inside. Relieved that she was safe, Galen turned all his attention to the angry man in front of him.
Tugging hard on his arm, Galen tried to bring him down, but his massive opponent spun his arm toward Galen’s neck.
Galen saw the blow coming a split-second before it hit him and ducked to take the blow with his hard forehead instead of his neck.
The man grunted as his fingers crunched against Galen’s skull.
Taking advantage of the man’s momentary weakness, Galen threw his weight against him, heaving downward on his arm. But in spite of his strength and skill as a fighter, Galen was outweighed by Ruby’s attacker who resisted his downward pull.
Changing tactics, Galen jabbed one heavy boot toward the middle of the man’s legs, hoping to knock his knees out from under him. The thug pulled away, clear of Galen’s kicks.
Galen lunged onto the man’s back, determined to bring him down. The attacker sagged, but snapped one arm over his shoulder toward Galen’s face. This time his opponent angled his fist deeper and caught Galen full on the nose, snapping his head backward and sending tears to his eyes, momentarily stunning him.
Before Galen could pull him in again, the assailant dived toward the alleyway and fled into the night.
A gush of blood flooded from Galen’s throbbing nostrils. He squinted after the man, but his vision was blurred with tears and he could hardly see where the attacker had gone.
“Galen?” A female gasped behind him.
“Get inside.” He gestured to Ruby, who’d stepped back outside and now hovered anxiously near the gate.
She ducked back into the guard booth. As Galen staggered back to the brightly lit doorway, she reappeared with a towel in her hands. “Here.” She reached toward his bleeding nose.
“I’ve got it.” Galen accepted the towel but insisted on holding it himself, gingerly prodding the bridge of his nose; at least the thug hadn’t broken it.
“Sit down.” Ruby led him toward the chair where he’d been sitting until he’d heard her scream.
“Who was that guy?” Galen tried to look Ruby in the eye, but the fat towel clamped over his nose blocked most of his vision.
“I don’t know. Did you recognize him?”
“No. Where’d he come from?”
“The streets. He followed me, I think from as far as Stasi’s studio.”
“Followed you?” The words hit him harder than the blow to his nose. It was one thing to have Ruby attacked by a vicious purse-snatcher. It was far worse to think the man had tailed her, targeting her specifically. “How do you know he followed you?”
“I heard footsteps.” Ruby’s voice broke.
Galen angled his head and adjusted the towel so that he could see her face. He might not stanch the flow of blood as quickly with his head down instead of up, but he needed to see her. He needed to know whether she was okay.
Jade-green eyes blinked at him with fear in their depths.
Galen felt his heart twist. Part of him had been eager to see Ruby ever since he’d heard she’d stepped in to fill the role of Anastasia’s assistant, as the talented princess designed all the jewelry for the upcoming royal weddings. An equal part of him had been wary of a potentially awkward reunion. But awkwardness had become the least of his concerns.
“Are you okay?” He spotted the red marks along her neck where the strap of her bag had cut against her. “Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine, I think.” She touched her neck. “Just sore.”
Elias, who’d been hovering silently, his attention divided between the two of them and the security screens, reached for the small fridge where the gateway guards kept their lunches and beverages. “Put something cold on that,” the older guard suggested, placing a chilled soda in her hands.
Ruby held the bottle like an ice pack against her neck. “Thank you. That helps.”
Relieved that she wasn’t seriously injured, Galen went back to wondering why the young American had been followed. “He wanted your purse?”
“Did he?” Ruby gingerly touched the red mark left behind when her attacker had tugged on her purse. “I didn’t think I made an obvious target, but I guess by walking home alone...” Her words broke off again, and she took a couple slow breaths, meeting his eyes over the towel he held clenched to his nose.
“You weren’t an obvious target,” Galen reassured her, trying not to think about the way her shining eyes made his heart leap or how much he’d missed seeing her since the last time she’d visited Lydia. Ruby was heir to an American jewelry chain. He was a humble sentinel with the Lydian royal guard. Their lives were worlds apart. She’d pushed him aw
ay when he’d tried to overlook their differences before. He ignored the way he felt sitting close to her, and focused on the attack. “If that man wanted to snatch a random bag, he could have gone downtown. Plenty of women don’t guard their purses very well when they go out on the town.”
Ruby’s freckles scrunched slightly as she wrinkled her nose, visibly fighting back her emotions in order to speak. “But why would he want my bag?” She broke his gaze and turned her head away.
“Are you carrying many valuables?”
“Hardly. Not much cash, a debit card, but my bank account is nearly empty already.” She opened her purse and took a quick inventory, rifling through papers and receipts. “Lip balm, keys, cheap sunglasses—which are now broken.” Ruby’s voice faltered as she pulled out the ruined eyewear. The shades had snapped along one rim. A lens fell out as she lifted them.
Galen reached for the fallen lens, then quickly pulled his hand back as Ruby bent to pick it up, as well.
Best to give the pretty redhead her space. That’s what she’d asked him for the year before, and he wasn’t about to push the issue. He had things to do—like reporting the incident to royal guard headquarters, and making sure Ruby really was all right.
And figuring out who her attacker was, and what he was after. And then, making sure the man never hurt Ruby again.
TWO
Ruby nearly dropped the broken sunglasses before she got them back into her purse. Maybe she could fix them.
Just like all the other things in her life that needed fixing right now. She’d come to Lydia at Princess Anastasia’s invitation. Her best friend from gemology school had set the ambitious goal of designing unique jewelry for the many upcoming Lydian royal weddings, starting with the marriage of Princess Isabelle and Levi Grenaldo in just over a week.
Those pieces were ready to go, but Stasi and Ruby still worked long hours trying to meet the deadlines that lay ahead, which was why Ruby hadn’t left the studio until twilight. Ruby was thrilled to help the princess. More than that, she felt honored that Stasi had given her family’s line of jewelry stores, Tate Jewelry, exclusive reproduction rights to all the designs.
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