accompany you, then see that you get to the doctor,” he said.
“I won’t run away as soon as you turn your back. I do have some sense.”
His glance suggested he wasn’t convinced. “You might also collapse without warning.”
She was starting to feel light-headed, but had put that down to his disturbing effect on her. The plant might not be as deadly as he’d suggested, but there was no point taking unnecessary risks. No more than she had done by venturing into his private domain, she amended inwardly.
“Okay, Your Highness,” she said, with a soft exhalation of defeat. “Let’s go back to the wedding. If I collapse I’ll depend on you to catch me.”
His level gaze betrayed nothing, but she could swear she heard him murmur, “It would be a pleasure.”
Maxim knew he should be annoyed by her foray into the family’s apartments. Normally there would have been at least two members of the Royal Protection Detail patrolling these corridors. Today, however, one of their own was the groom, and most of the RPD were attending the wedding. It didn’t excuse the lapse in security, and Maxim made a mental note to ensure that someone paid for it. And that it didn’t happen again.
But he couldn’t make himself feel as angry with Annegret as he should be. He knew who she was, of course. Even without his study of the guest list, her crusade against hereditary monarchies conducted through the TV series she produced was well known. Her interest in the painting suggested she might be considering doing a similar hatchet job on his own family.
So he had absolutely no excuse for wanting to spend more time with her than he had to. In spite of her insistence on returning to the reception, it would be a simple matter to summon a footman to escort her, then take her to the infirmary before the plant’s toxin took full effect. But Maxim admired the way she stood up to him. Not many people would have dared. And he had to admit he was impressed by her insistence on putting her friends’ well-being ahead of her own.
No one had ever died from touching the Janus lily, but the symptoms could be highly unpleasant. He was probably crazy letting her return to the function, but he had a feeling nothing short of gunpoint would change her mind, and that seemed a little extreme.
He released a taut breath and took her arm. “Let’s go.”
Holding her close to him, feeling her fight the plant’s effects, produced mixed feelings of concern and something else. He told himself his interest in her was purely duty. Not good form to have her keel over on his doorstep. Certainly he would have done the same for anyone.
Anyone else, however, wouldn’t have produced the heightened sense that warned him she was trouble. And not the kind that he could leave to the RPD. As she walked beside him, her willowy grace made him catch his breath. Few women could match him in height, but she came close, although she was slender enough to put hardly any pressure on his arm. Would sliding his arm all the way around her qualify as assisting her, or himself?
As they entered the grand hall where the reception was taking place, he felt her straighten, as if arming herself for a fight. It had to be with her increasing weakness, he concluded, and did slide his arm around her then, trying not to make his support too obvious. Or his own masculine response, for that matter.
Her fiery gaze told him she didn’t like needing his help. “Donna and Kevin should be here any minute now,” she said.
He didn’t miss the tremor she fought to conceal. “You don’t have to go through this. Nobody will notice if you’re not around to catch the bouquet.”
“I’ll notice,” she snapped.
He gave her an interested look. “Planning on catching it?”
“Never,” she retorted in a fierce murmur.
His interest notched higher. “Never is a long time.”
“When it comes to romantic love, it can’t be long enough.”
Keep her talking and her mind off her symptoms, he told himself. “Sounds like you’ve had a bad experience of romance.”
“With respect, Your Highness, it’s not really any of your business.”
That settled that, he thought, her frankness rankling. It wasn’t often anyone told him to back off, and he was surprised how little he liked it. Position going to your head? he asked himself. “You’re right, it isn’t,” he conceded, striving for fairness. “I was only trying to distract you.”
“A glass of wine might do a better job.”
He shook his head. “I don’t advise mixing alcohol with the poison in your system.”
“You’re probably right.” Her breath whistled out. “What’s keeping the lovebirds?”
He wondered the same thing, but for Annegret’s sake, he said, “What’s your connection to the couple?”
“Donna and I went to school together in Australia, then interned at the same TV studio. She came here on vacation and loved it so much she got a job with Carramer National Television.”
“She and Kevin met when he accompanied me to a broadcast I was doing,” the prince said.
Annegret looked surprise that he had noticed.
“It was hard to miss the sparks flying between them,” Maxim explained. He had always wondered how it would feel to fall so hard and fast for someone. Not that he could afford to indulge his feelings. Better for his crown if he kept his distance.
The way he was doing now, came the disparaging thought. Annegret had moved closer and was leaning into his embrace. He didn’t think she was aware of how her feathery blond hair brushed his cheek, bathing him in her delicate floral scent. Distance, he reminded himself.
Fortunately, Donna returned and dealt with the business of throwing her bouquet of tropical orchids, which was caught by one of the bridesmaids. Maxim and Annegret joined the throng wishing the couple well. He was thankful that everyone was too caught up in the moment to pay attention to the apparent closeness between the prince and one of the guests.
He felt a sense of relief when the couple drove away amid much laughter, ribald comments and a shower of rose petals.
“Now will you let me escort you to the infirmary?” he asked in a lowered tone.
Annegret’s long lashes swept down over her forget-me-not blue eyes. “I don’t think so.”
She was swaying on her feet, leaning more heavily on his arm. “What do you mean? You’re in no condition to go anywhere else,” he insisted.
Her head moved in a weak arc. “I mean I don’t think I can make it.”
And she crumpled bonelessly into his arms.
Chapter Two
Ignoring the startled reaction of his sister, Princess Giselle, and the other wedding guests, Maxim began issuing orders. He refused an aide’s offer to take the girl from him, and carried her through the corridors to the infirmary himself.
