She nodded as he guided her up on to the deck. ‘I’ll wear that badge with pride. I know absolutely nothing about sailing. The only boats I’ve ever sailed were the ones in my bath tub.’
There it was—that little twinkle in her eye. It happened whenever they joked together, whenever Ruby was relaxed and there was no one else around but them. He didn’t see it often enough.
She settled into one of the white chairs as the yacht moved smoothly out from the port. The sea could be choppy around Euronia, but today it was calm.
His steward appeared. ‘What would you like for lunch, Ms. Wetherspoon? The chef will make whatever you desire.’
He saw her visibly blanch. There were so many things he took for granted. At any time in the palace he could ask for whatever he wanted to eat. There was always staff available to cater to his tastes. Ruby looked almost embarrassed by the question.
‘I guess since I’m on the sea it should be some kind of fish.’ She shot the steward a beaming smile. ‘What would you suggest?’
If the steward was surprised by her question he didn’t show it. ‘We have crayfish, mussels, clams and oysters. Or, if you prefer we have sardines—or bouillabaisse. It’s a fish stew, practically our national dish.’
‘That sounds lovely. I’ll have that, thank you.’
The yacht was working its way along the coastline. Within a few minutes the pink palace came into view.
Ruby stood up. ‘Wow! It looks so different, seeing it from the sea. It really does look like something from a little girl’s toybox. It’s gorgeous.’
Alex rolled his eyes. ‘You can imagine how I felt as a teenager, living in a pink palace.’
She smiled. Her eyes were still sparkling. ‘I can imagine. But look at it. It’s impressive enough when you see it on land—but from here...? It’s like something from a fairytale.’
‘What’s your favourite room?’
‘In the palace?’
He nodded.
The steward had brought some champagne and an ice bucket and Alex popped the cork and started pouring the champagne into glasses.
She took a sip from the glass he handed her. ‘It has to be the library. It’s the smell. I love it. I could sit in there all day.’
‘That was my mother’s favourite room too. She was always in the library.’
Ruby turned to face him. ‘You don’t really talk about your mother. What was she like? I’ve seen some photographs. She was beautiful.’
He nodded. ‘Yes, she was. Most people talk about the clothes she wore and her sense of style. Marguerite de Castellane was known the world over for her beautiful wardrobe. But I remember my mother as having a really wicked sense of humour. And she was clever. She spoke four languages and brought me up speaking both English and French. She died from a clot in her lung—a pulmonary embolism. She’d had the flu and been off her feet for a few weeks. Her legs were swollen and sore—but she didn’t tell anyone until it was too late.’
He couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness as he spoke about his mother. To everyone else she had been the Queen. But to an only child with an almost absent father his mother had been his whole world.
She’d kept him grounded. She’d made sure he attended the local school and the local nursery. She’d sent him shopping for bread at the bakers and meat at the delicatessen. Everything he’d learned about being a ‘normal’ person he’d learned from his mother.
His father had aged twenty years after she’d died. Still working, still ruling his country, but his heart hadn’t been in it.
The relationship between father and son had always been strained. And it hadn’t improved with age or with his father’s ill health.
Ruby had little lines across her forehead now. Even when she frowned she still looked good. He felt a surge of emotion towards her.
He didn’t talk to anyone about his mother. In years gone by he had spoken to Sophia, but that had been like talking to a friend. Ruby hadn’t known his mother. She would only have whatever had been posted on the internet to refer to.
It felt good to share. She made it so easy to talk.
With her legs stretched out in front of her, sipping champagne from the glass, she looked right at home. But he knew she wasn’t.
She might be comfortable around him, but she wasn’t comfortable around the palace. The formalities of palace life were difficult for her.
She didn’t ask or expect anyone to do things for her. Rufus had already mentioned how she’d ruffled some feathers by trying to do her own laundry or make her own toast.
‘What about your family?’
She smiled. ‘My mum and dad are both just about to retire. They’ve already told me they plan to move to the South of France. They bought a house there last month. They’ve holidayed there for the last ten years and have really got into the way of life.’
‘Have they ever been to Euronia?’
She rolled her eyes and took another sip of champagne, holding the glass up towards him. ‘Only billionaires come to Euronia, Alex.’
He was instantly defensive. ‘That’s not true. There are cruise ships moored every day in port, and we have bus tours that come across the border from France—’
‘Alex.’
She leaned over and touched his arm. The palm of her hand was cool from holding the champagne glass.
‘I was teasing.’
The smile reached right up into her eyes and he wrapped his hand over hers.
‘Sometimes I’m just not sure.’ He stayed exactly where he was. His eyes fixed on hers.
She wasn’t shy. She didn’t tear her gaze away. Her lips were turned upwards, but as he looked at her more closely her smile seemed a little sad.
‘What do you think would have happened between us, Ruby?’
He didn’t need to fill in the blanks. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He saw her take a careful breath in.
‘I have no idea, Alex,’ she whispered. ‘Sometimes I’ve thought about it—thought about what might have happened if things had been different. But neither of us know. Neither of us can really imagine. Ten years changes a person. I’m not the girl I was in Paris, and you’re not the boy.’
He nodded his head and grinned at her. ‘You thought I was a boy?’
Now he was teasing. But she was right. They could spend hours talking about what might have been but it wouldn’t do either of them any good. He’d spent too long thinking that Ruby had slipped through his fingers.
But she was right here. Right now.
He ran his palm along her arm. ‘I thought about you, Ruby. I thought about you a lot. When you didn’t reply to the message I left you I just assumed you’d changed your mind.’ He met her gaze again, ‘Or that you’d seen the news and didn’t want any part of it.’
‘Oh, Alex...’ She lifted her hand and stroked her fingers through her hair. Her head shook slowly. ‘I never got your message, Alex. And once I realised who you were I assumed you didn’t want to know me—plain old Ruby Wetherspoon. You were a prince, for goodness’ sake—with a whole country to look after. I didn’t think you’d even remember me.’
He reached up and touched her cheek. ‘You have no idea at all. And you’ve never been plain old Ruby to me.’
‘The flowers... They were from you—weren’t they?’
He nodded. ‘I didn’t want to interfere in your life. But then there came a time when it wasn’t appropriate to send them any more.’ His chest tightened as he said the words.
He didn’t need to go into detail.
He’d always harboured hopes about Ruby. But once he’d known he had to make a commitment to Sophia it had become inappropriate to keep sending flowers to another woman. Alex would never have done something like that.
‘I guess now I’m free to send
you flowers again,’ he said quietly.
‘I guess you are.’
She gave him a little smile and set down her glass. The yacht was moving around the coastline, dancing along in the waves—just as they were dancing around each other.
‘Why did you ask me to come, Alex? Why did you want me here?’
There it was again. That tiny tremble in her voice. He loved the fact that she was fearless. That she was courageous enough to ask the question out loud.
Ruby wasn’t bound by a country. Ruby wasn’t bound by two whole nations hoping she’d be able to keep them financially stable. Ruby didn’t have to bite her tongue to prevent international incidents with foreign diplomats. Ruby had her own life—her own responsibilities. Could he really be honest? Was he willing to expose her to the world he lived in?
It was time to take a risk.
‘I didn’t just ask you here for Annabelle, Ruby. I need your help with my daughter. That much is clear.’ He reached over and took her hand. ‘But I asked you here for me too.’
She bit her lip. He could tell she was trying not to interrupt, but she just couldn’t help it.
‘But what does that mean, Alex? I need you to say it out loud.’
She was drawing a line in the sand. And she was right.
He knew she was right.
He met her gaze and touched her cheek. ‘I want us to have a chance, Ruby Wetherspoon. I’m not your everyday guy, and what I have isn’t your everyday job. I’d like to see where this can take us, but I understand the pressure of being here and being with me. I don’t want to expose you to anything before you’re ready.’
She shook her head. ‘Not enough. Who am I, Alex? Am I Ruby Wetherspoon, speech and language therapist for your daughter? Am I Ruby Wetherspoon the hired help who might catch your eye? Or am I Ruby Wetherspoon the girl you might decide to date?’
She stood up and walked across the deck, held on to the railing, looking out over the sea.
‘You touch me, Alex. You kiss me. You bring me out on day trips that make my brain spin. What are you doing, Alex? What are we doing?’
He stood up to join her, and then slowed his movements as he neared. He didn’t want to stand next to her. So he did what was the most natural thing in the world. He stood behind her, his full body against hers, with his arms wrapped around her waist, sheltering her from the sea winds.
He lifted his hand and caught her hair that was blowing in the breeze. ‘Ruby, you can be whatever you want to be. But be warned: being around Alex de Castellane isn’t easy. If you want to be the woman I date, that’s fine. If you want to do that in public or private, that’s fine with me too.’
He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, nuzzling her.
‘I lost you once, Ruby. I don’t intend to lose you again. But I’ll take your lead on this.’
He held his hands out towards the cliffs and the view of Euronia.
‘The world out there can be hard. I want to give this a chance. I want to see where this will take us. I’d love to be able to walk down the street with you without everyone whispering—but that will never happen. I’m public property, Ruby. The world owns me. I don’t want it to own you too. At least not until we’re both sure about what we want.’
She turned herself towards him, tears glistening in her eyes.
He lowered his hands and wrapped them around her waist. ‘What do you say, Ruby? Are you willing to give us a try?’
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, whispering in his ear. ‘I think I might need a little extra persuasion.’
‘What kind of persuasion?’ He liked the thought of where this might go.
‘I might have questions. Conditions.’
He was surprised. ‘Okay...’ he said slowly. ‘Like what?’
This time the expression on her face was a little bit cheeky, a little bit naughty. ‘If we start dating do I get to look in all the palace rooms that are currently out of bounds to me?’
‘That’s what you want to know?’ He couldn’t help but smile.
‘I also want to check for secret passages and dungeons.’
He nodded solemnly. ‘That might be difficult. I’ll have to see what I can do.’
‘Can I slide down the banister?’
‘That might be taking things a bit far.’
She shrugged. ‘It’ll save the staff from polishing.’
He nodded. ‘True.’ And then he sighed. ‘I wish I’d thought of that explanation twenty years ago. You could have got me out of a whole heap of trouble.’
She stood up and whispered in his ear again. ‘How about painting the palace a brighter shade of pink? Doesn’t every girl want to live in a pink palace?’
He laughed. ‘You don’t think it’s pink enough already? It might be every girl’s dream but guess what? It’s not every teenage boy’s. I told you—I hated living in a pink palace.’
She shook her head. ‘Silly boy. You just don’t know what you had.’
He stopped smiling and touched her cheek. ‘But I do now.’
She bit her lower lip again. He couldn’t help but fixate on it. They weren’t entirely alone on this boat. But right now he didn’t care. It seemed as if he’d been waiting for this moment for ever.
He bent forward and captured her lips against his. She met him hungrily, pushing herself against him and letting her fingers gently stroke the back of his neck. The sensation shot directly down his spine and into his groin.
He pulled back. There was a whole host of things running through his mind right now. But none was as important as being here with Ruby.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
‘There are seven staff on this boat. They would never disturb us, but things aren’t exactly private here. If we’re going to see where this takes us we have to agree what you’re comfortable with.’
She looked a little unsure. But her face was flushed and her hands were touching his waist—almost as if she didn’t want to let go.
He glanced down at them and gave a laugh. ‘Careful, Ruby. You’ve no idea where my brain’s currently taking us.’
He opened the door and pulled her along a narrow corridor,
‘I’ve made plans for us today. Let’s cool off. There are some swimsuits inside this room along here. We’ll anchor the boat, do a little swimming, and then have some dinner.’ He stopped outside the door of one of the rooms and hesitated. ‘It’ll give you time to think.’
He was aware that she hadn’t said anything—was terrified that he might have frightened her off. Ruby probably hadn’t considered the real consequences of being involved with a prince and he’d just laid them all bare to her.
He’d lived with press intrusion all his life. But in his world it was slightly easier for men than women. When the heir to the throne in the United Kingdom had got married his new wife had been constantly under the glare of the spotlight. Even now every outfit she wore, every friend she spoke to, even the appointments in her diary were scrutinised continuously.
Euronia might not be the UK, but it was a hotspot for the rich and famous. The press were always lurking somewhere in the background. He was surprised no one had commented on Ruby’s presence before now. She must have slipped under the radar as a member of staff. But that wouldn’t last much longer.
Her smile faltered. ‘Alex, what if we’re making a mistake? What if we’re both caught in the memory of ten years ago and what we’ve imagined and reality is totally different?’ She looked up through heavy eyelids. ‘We might not even like each other.’
His stomach twisted. It was true. It was a fair comment. But it went against his gut. It went against how he truly felt.
He didn’t know Ruby that well. Someone, somewhere in the palace would have a report on her—they had one
on every staff member. And his security staff would have the report from ten years ago on the woman he’d been with when they’d found him at the café in Paris. Someone would know which schools she’d attended in England, what the occupations of her mum and dad were, if she had any political affiliations.
But he didn’t want to find out from a bit of paper. He wanted to find out in real time—with Ruby.
So he did what his gut told him to do. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss against her cheek. ‘Then let’s find out.’
* * *
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, instantly feeling the coolness of the air-conditioned room. Her cheek burned from where he’d kissed her.
Kissed her—and left her. Walking down the corridor, leaving her to fixate on his backside and broad shoulders. She felt like someone from a bad movie.
Her stomach was turning over and over. ‘Let’s find out.’
She’d waited ten years to find out. Ten years of secret thoughts and wild imagination. Did this mean anything between them was destined to fail?
She picked up her mobile and pressed the quick call button. She’d never needed to talk to someone so badly.
‘Polly? Are you free? Can you talk?’
‘Ruby? Where on earth have you been? I tried to call you three times yesterday. Are you coming home?’
‘No. Not yet. And maybe...’
‘Maybe what?’ Polly got straight to the point. ‘What’s happening with you and Prince Perfect?’
Ruby sighed and leaned against the wall. ‘He just kissed me, Polly. He kissed me and I didn’t want him to stop.’
‘Oh, no. Don’t start all this dreamy kissing stuff again. Does this guy have stars and rainbows in his lips? One kiss and you go all squishy.’
She smiled. It was true. Trust Polly just to come out with it. ‘I’m worried, Pol. He’s told me he wants to give us a chance. He’s asked me if I’m willing.’
‘Willing to what? Flounce off into the sunset on matching unicorns? What exactly does he need you to be willing for?’
‘To give us a go. To see where this takes us.’ She started to slide down the wall. ‘But I can’t think straight, Pol. I’m just Ruby. I’m not a princess. I’m not a supermodel. How can I possibly live up to the expectations he has? I don’t even know what fork to pick up at dinner.’
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