by The Prince
“Too bad I’m not looking for a husband.”
“You will be eventually. Although now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’d want to recommend my brothers. After all, our father was a bit of a playboy.”
She frowned. “He was devoted to your mother, Zara. And he loved Reyhan and Jefri’s mother, at least that’s what I’ve been told. Of course Sadik has been faithful in his own way.”
Zara opened the package. Inside the box was a flat jewelry case. She opened it and caught her breath. “Can I accept this?”
She pulled out a stunning diamond necklace. Hundreds of glittering diamonds dangled, forming a vee shape. There were matching earrings and a bracelet, as well.
Sabrina touched the earrings and sighed. “Someone has fabulous taste. And, yes, you can accept it. If he’s related to Dad, he’s family, remember?”
Zara looked at Cleo. “At times like this I think about running for home.”
“This is your home now,” Cleo reminded her. Although she had to admit the necklace intimidated her, as well. But she had more important things on her mind.
“Sabrina, what did you mean about Sadik being faithful in his own way?”
Sabrina put the earrings back in the jewelry case. “Just that he’s continued to mourn Kamra all these years.”
Cleo was glad she was sitting down. The room tilted suddenly and her stomach began to flop over. “Kamra?”
“Sadik’s fiancée.” Sabrina sat back in the chair and picked up the clipboard.
“They were engaged. It was an arranged match, but they seemed to get along well.
She was killed in a car accident about three weeks before the wedding. Sadik took it pretty hard.”
“Cleo, are you all right?” Zara asked.
Cleo forced herself to keep breathing. “Fine. So you want to keep the necklace or is it going in the discard pile?”
Her question had the desired effect. Zara was distracted. When the next box turned out to be a half-dozen camel bridles from one of the nomadic tribes, Sabrina explained that there were actual camels to go in them. That sent the two women off into a discussion as to whether camels were a better or worse gift than elephants.
Cleo tried to participate. She nodded and occasionally added a word or two. She even managed to smile. But inside, she felt numb, and just beyond the numbness was a gaping pit of intense pain and betrayal.
Sadik had loved another woman. That woman had died and now he mourned her. No wonder he only wanted Cleo in his bed. He’d already given his heart to someone else.
She’d always known there couldn’t be anything serious between them, but somehow finding out that he had never been available made the situation worse. All her life she’d dreamed of being the most important person in someone’s life. It was her private fantasy. And now she knew it was never going to happen with Sadik.
Until that moment she hadn’t realized she had secretly hoped he would fall in love with her.
She pressed her hand to her stomach and felt hopelessness well up inside. As much as she’d thought about keeping the baby from him, she knew it wasn’t possible. Not only was he likely to find out, keeping him from his child was wrong. Which meant at some point she was going to have to come clean. And then what? Would he try to take her child away from her? How could she possibly come to terms with the royal family? How could she stay in Bahania and share in the upbringing?
Everything was going wrong. She should never have come back here. Then she looked at Zara and saw the happiness on her face. This was Zara’s time. Cleo couldn’t ruin it. Not by refusing to show up or by running off. Somehow she would have to get through the next week. Once the wedding was over, she would have time to think and figure out what she was going to do.
Cleo escaped into the gardens. When she was outside, she finally felt as if she could breathe again. She ached inside. She supposed that a sensible person might have figured out that Sadik had loved someone else, but then a sensible person wouldn’t have gotten involved with him in the first place. She felt well and truly trapped.
Worse, she still wanted him. Not just in bed, either. Even as her heart was ripped apart by the knowledge that he would never love her, she wanted to feel his arms around her.
“You need therapy,” she said aloud as she crossed the garden and sank onto a bench. She breathed in the scent of the flowers and tried to find peace in the beauty all around her.
The sky was a brilliant shade of blue. The scent of the sea blended with the sweet scent of hundreds of blossoms. She touched the edge of a late-blooming rose. Her finger caught on a thorn, and she yelped as a single drop of blood formed.
“Figures,” she muttered.
If only, she thought sadly. If only there was a way to change her feelings or change Sadik. But even if she was princess material, which she knew she was not, she couldn’t compete with a deceased fiancée. Kamra would be ever perfect in his mind—never growing old or looking tired or snapping back. No woman could compete with a ghost.
Cleo swallowed, then suddenly surged to her feet. Her stomach rebelled against all the emotion—or maybe just against her overly large breakfast. She barely had time to bend over one of the bushes before she vomited.
In an unfortunate quirk of timing, King Hassan chose that moment to take a stroll in his garden.
She didn’t know he was there until she straightened and he pressed a handkerchief in her hand.
Cleo didn’t know what to do. She wanted to run but realized she was crying too hard to see. Tripping would not be a good idea. Not only would it lack a certain grace, she didn’t want any harm to come to the baby.
“Come, child,” the king said kindly, putting an arm around her and helping her back to the bench. “Sit and catch your breath.”
Cleo allowed him to help her because her brain was too busy figuring out how she was supposed to explain throwing up in the royal garden. The king didn’t look angry, but she suspected he would want an explanation.
He sat next to her and took her hand in his. “There is a royal physician on call,” he said. “I will summon him.”
“No!” That was the last thing she needed. “I’m fine. It’s just all the excitement.”
A pretty pitiful excuse but the best she could come up with under the circumstances.
Hassan studied her. He took the handkerchief and wiped her cheeks. “I see tears.
I doubt they are from excitement. Tell me, Cleo. What makes you so sad?”
No way she could confess that, she thought glumly. Talking about Sadik’s former fiancée would only get her in trouble.
“Is it Zara?” he asked.
“No. I mean I really miss her a lot, but she’s so happy here. Plus you’re her family—this is where she belongs.”
The king continued to hold her hand. “Cleo, I repeat what I told you before. You are welcome to make this your home, as well. I would be delighted if you would stay in the palace. Or if you would prefer, you could live in the City of Thieves. Either way you would be close to your sister.” He paused, then smiled.
“I have to say that I would recommend Bahania. You do not strike me as the medieval city type.”
Cleo tried to laugh but found herself crying instead. Hassan pulled her close.
“Such sadness,” he murmured. “Tell me what I can do to ease your pain.”
His kindness only made her cry harder. Part of her couldn’t believe this was happening. Hassan wasn’t just Zara’s father, he was the king of Bahania. What was wrong with this picture?
Still, Cleo found comfort in his embrace. Her father had died before she was born, and she hadn’t had the chance to know him at all. She’d never had a substitute father while she was growing up.
“My daughter,” he said, stroking her hair. “Your troubles bring me discomfort, as well. If you do not explain what is wrong, I can not fix it.”
She raised her head to gaze at him. After blinking back the tears, she managed to speak. “You said ‘my daughte
r.”‘
“You are the beloved sister of my Zara. That makes you beloved to me, as well.”
He cupped her face. “You cry as if all is lost, but I know it cannot be so.”
Cleo wasn’t sure what weakened her resolve. Hassan’s gentleness, of course, but also his willingness to claim her. She doubted he actually thought of her as a daughter, but just saying the word was enough to shatter her reticence.
“You wouldn’t be nice if you knew the truth about my past,” she said, in a last-ditch effort to gather some control.
“I know all I need to. You are a part of my family. As such, I want only your happiness.”
She desperately wanted to believe him. Ducking her head, she grabbed back the handkerchief and sobbed into it. “I’m p-pregnant.”
Hassan continued to stroke her hair. “I see. Would you like me to have the unworthy dog flogged?”
Despite her desperate situation, the visual image of Sadik hanging in chains while being beaten cheered her immensely. She risked a quick glance.
“How disappointed are you?”
The king frowned. “Why would your pregnancy disappoint me?”
Cleo flushed. “I’m not exactly a virgin.”
“My claim on you as family is not conditional, my daughter. To me, you and Zara will always be perfection itself.” He dropped his hand to hers. “Now tell me of the man who has left you so. I do not see an engagement ring, so he has not done the honorable thing.”
Propose? The idea was laughable. As if that would happen. Cleo sniffed. “He doesn’t know. I’m going to have to tell him eventually, but first I want to figure out what I want.” She smiled. “I mean, I know I want the baby, but where do I want to live and what’s the best way for us to share in his or her
upbringing?”
Hassan smiled. “I’m glad you want your child.”
She stiffened. “Why wouldn’t I? Obviously, this wasn’t planned, but I will never abandon my baby. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep us both safe.” She thought of how she’d been abandoned over and over again in her life. Long ago she’d vowed that when she had children, they would know she loved them more than anything in the world.
“I see the flash of a tiger in your eyes. That bodes wells. A strong mother has strong sons.”
Typical, she thought, starting to feel a little better. “I could be having a daughter.”
Hassan dismissed her with a flick of his fingers. “Regardless. You must come to terms with this jackal of the desert, Cleo. I will stand beside you in whatever way I can.”
While she appreciated his words, they brought her back to earth with a thump.
What had she been thinking, telling Sadik’s father that she was pregnant? She doubted the king would be so accommodating if he knew the truth.
“You must not mention this,” she pleaded. “If people found out…” She bit her lower lip. How to convince him? “I don’t want Zara’s wedding spoiled by people speculating about me. She is so looking forward to the event. Please don’t say anything.”
“I agree.” He smiled. “Your secret is safe with me, Cleo.” He patted her hand, then rose. “Come. You need to be in your room and resting. I will have the kitchen send you some tea to settle your stomach. You must be strong for your son.”
“Or daughter,” she muttered as she rose, but had the feeling the king wasn’t listening. She also had a very bad feeling about spilling her guts. Somehow she knew it was all going to come back and bite her in the butt. As if she didn’t already have enough problems.
Twenty minutes later Cleo lay stretched out on her bed, sipping tea. The odd-smelling concoction actually made her feel better. She put the cup back on the saucer, then set both on her nightstand. Maybe a nap would make her feel better.
But before she could even close her eyes, her bedroom door burst open. Zara stormed into the room.
“You’re pregnant and you didn’t even tell me?”
Chapter 5
“Shouldn’t you still be opening presents?” Cleo asked, knowing it was a feeble attempt at distracting Zara.
“Shouldn’t you be telling me something this important?” Zara stalked to the edge of the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “How could you keep this from me?”
Cleo could have gone head-to-head with Zara in a snit, but the hurt in her sister’s eyes made her feel like slime.
“I’m sorry.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard. “I guess you ran into the king.”
“Yes. He came to talk to me about the presents, then managed to let it slip that you’d confessed you were pregnant. He thought I should know, which is more than you thought.”
This is what she got for trusting a man, she thought glumly. She could feel the situation spinning out of control. Who else had Hassan told, and what was going to happen if Sadik learned the truth?
She didn’t want to think about that now, so she pushed those thoughts from her mind.
“You’re getting married,” Cleo began slowly. “I wanted this time to be about you. If I’d told you, you would have gotten all worried and wanted to fix things.”
“Exactly. I care about you. I want to know what’s going on in your life. Don’t you think this was a big deal?”
“It is,” Cleo admitted. “I’m sorry.”
Zara didn’t look mollified. “So who’s the father?”
“No one you know.” Cleo shrugged and tried to look like she wasn’t lying. “After I went home, I met someone.”
Zara didn’t look convinced. “Funny how you never mentioned him in all the phone conversations we’ve had.”
“I didn’t know if it was serious.”
“It’s serious enough that you got pregnant.”
This was not going the way Cleo had hoped. “Zara, I’m going to be fine. I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“I can’t help it. You’re my little sister.” Zara climbed up onto the mattress and settled next to her. “What I don’t understand is how this happened.”
Despite her concerns, Cleo couldn’t help smiling.
“The usual way. I would have thought you’d figured out the facts of life by now.”
Zara rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You’ve been sexually active for a long time. How come you got pregnant this time?”
“Bad timing,” Cleo admitted. “I’d gone off the pill to give my body a rest. I wasn’t expecting to get involved with someone so I wasn’t prepared.”
Zara looked stunned. “You had unprotected sex?”
“We used a condom, but things happen.”
Actually what had happened was that one night she and Sadik had been so hot for each other, they’d both forgotten birth control. She hadn’t even realized it until several days later, when she’d been on her way home. They had been irresponsible, and now she was paying the price.
“I can’t believe this,” Zara breathed.
“Tell me about it.” Cleo looked at her sister. “I know you’re upset. This is exactly why I didn’t want you to know. The thing is, Zara, I’ll be fine, as will my baby. This is your time. You have a beautiful wedding in a week. I don’t want you thinking about anything else. Can’t we forget this and deal with it after you get back from your honeymoon?”
“I didn’t think you were still going to be here then.”
Cleo didn’t know what was going to happen, now that the news was out. “We can deal with it either together or long-distance. I promise.”
Slowly Zara nodded. “I’m giving in because I don’t have a choice. You’re a grown-up. You have to be responsible for your own life. I just wish you had told me.”
“I’m sorry,” Cleo repeated, thinking that she had a few wishes of her own.
The difference between a formal state dinner and an informal state dinner was usually found in the size and the details.
Cleo paused at the entrance to the cocktail party and studied the room. Flowers bloomed everywhere—providing a sweet scent and cre
ating the sense of being in a garden. Small white lights twinkled, candles flickered and an immense crowd of people circulated and talked. The informal dinner had been for about two hundred people. There had to be at least five times that number in attendance to honor the bride and groom. Everyone glittered and sparkled, leaving her feeling like a very out-of-place, country cousin. A very tired country cousin.
She hadn’t slept in two days. Not since she’d found out that the king had told Zara about her pregnancy. So far no one else seemed to know, so she was keeping her fingers crossed that she could escape the situation without too much trouble.
A waiter paused and offered her a glass of champagne. Cleo declined, then decided to head to the bar where she could get her club soda with lime and pass it off as a cocktail. At least she felt reasonably attractive. Her red, beaded gown skimmed over her curves in such a way as to make her feel like a pinup girl from the 1940s. A twist of fabric in the midsection hid her tummy, which was good because it had really started sticking out. She was approaching her fifth month and none of her regular pants would fit. She was going to have to hit the maternity stores before long. But that trip would have to wait until she headed home.
The good news was she hadn’t thrown up in the past couple of days. Maybe that cookie toss into the royal garden had been her last.
Less than ten feet from the bar, she came to a dead stop. Sadik stood across the room, and the second she saw him, she knew that he’d been told about the baby.
His dark gaze fell immediately to her midsection and the look of accusation on his face rooted her to the floor. Even when he headed toward her, tall, angry and determined, she couldn’t seem to make herself run.
He grabbed her arm and herded her toward the far end of the room where there weren’t so many people. She glanced around to see if she could find someone to rescue her, then figured there was no point in putting off the inevitable.
Think fast, she told herself. She had to come up with a plausible story. She’d tell him what she told Zara—that she’d met someone. After all, she’d already hinted there was another man in her past. She needed to buy herself time. If she told him it was his baby, he would take over her life and she would lose the ability to make decisions. It’s not that she wanted to keep Sadik from his child; she wanted to make sure he didn’t ace her out of the picture.
