noticed those. The city is growing.”
He nodded. “We seek success in the future without losing what is precious to us from our past. It is an act of balance.”
She picked up her glass of champagne and took a sip. The cool, bubbly liquid tickled her tongue. “There have been other changes since I was last here,” she said. “Your brothers have married.”
“That is true. All to American women. There have been many editorials in the papers about why that is, although the consensus among the people is new blood will improve the lineage of the royal family.”
“That must make the women in question feel really special.”
He leaned back against the sofa. “Why would they not be pleased to improve the gene pool of such a noble family?”
“Few women fantasize about being a good brood mare.”
He shook his head. “Why do you always want to twist things around to make me look bad? All my sisters-in-law are delightful women who are blissfully happy with their chosen mates. Cleo and Emma have given birth in the past year. Billie is newly pregnant. They are catered to by devoted husbands and do not want for anything.”
He painted a picture that made her feel funny inside. Not sad, exactly. Just…envious. She’d always wanted a guy who would love her with his whole heart, but somehow she’d never seemed to find him.
“You’re right,” she said. “Everyone seems perfectly happy. You remain the last single prince.”
He grimaced. “A point pressed home to me on a daily basis.”
“Getting a little pressure to marry and produce heirs?”
“You have no idea.”
“Then we should talk about Brittany and why that would never work.”
His gaze lingered on her face. “You are a difficult and stubborn woman.”
“So you keep saying.”
“We will discuss your niece when I decide it is time.”
“You don’t get to choose,” she told him.
“Of course I do. And you do not wish to speak of her right now. You wish to tell me all about yourself. What you have been doing since we last met. You want to impress me.”
“I do not.”
He raised one eyebrow and waited. She shifted in her seat. Okay, yes, maybe she wouldn’t mind knocking his socks off with her accomplishments, but she didn’t like that he’d guessed.
“Come, Daphne,” he said, moving closer and focusing all of his considerable attention on her. “Tell me everything. Did you finish college? What have you been doing?” He picked up her left hand and examined the bare fingers. “I see you have not given your heart to anyone.”
She didn’t like the assessment, nor did she appreciate the tingles that rippled up from her hand to her arm. He’d always been able to do that—reduce her to pudding with a single touch. Why couldn’t that have changed? Why couldn’t time away have made her immune?
“I’m not engaged, if that’s what you mean,” she said. “I’m not willing to discuss the state of my heart with you. It’s none of your business.”
“As you wish. Tell me about college.”
She clutched her champagne in her right hand and thought about swallowing the whole thing in one big gulp. It might provide her with a false sense of courage, which was better than no courage at all.
“I completed my degree as planned, then went on to become a veterinarian.”
He looked two parts delighted, one part surprised. “Good for you. You enjoy the work?”
“Very much. Until recently I’ve been with a large practice in Chicago. My first two years with them I spent summers in Indiana, working on a dairy farm.”
She couldn’t remember ever really shocking Murat before, so now she allowed herself to enjoy his expression of astonishment. “Delivering calves?”
“Pretty much.”
“It is not seemly.”
She laughed. “It was my job. I loved it. But lately I’ve been working with small animals. Dogs, cats, birds. The usual.” She took another sip and smiled. “If your father needs any help with the cats he should let me know.”
“I will be sure to pass along your offer. Chicago is very different from Bahania.”
“I agree. For one thing, there aren’t any words to describe how cold that wind can be in the winter.”
“We have no such discomfort here.”
That was true. The weather in paradise was pretty darned good.
“You’re not very close to your family,” he said.
Daphne nearly spilled her champagne. Okay, so it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that she didn’t fit in with the “real” Snowdens, but she was surprised Murat would say something like that so blatantly. After all…
The light went on in her head. “You mean I live far away,” she said.
“Yes. They are all on the East Coast. Is that the reason you chose to settle in Chicago?”
“Part of it,” she admitted. “I handle the constant disapproval better from a distance.”
“Aren’t your parents proud of what you have accomplished?”
“Not really. They keep waiting for me to wake up and get engaged to a senator. I’m resisting the impulse.”
She spoke with a casualness, as if her family’s expectations didn’t matter, but Murat saw the truth in her blue eyes.
Pain, he thought. Pain from disappointing them, pain from not being accepted for who and what she was. Daphne had always been stubborn and determined and proud. From what he could see, little had changed about that.
Her appearance had been altered, though. Her face was thinner, her features more defined. Whereas at twenty she had held the promise of great beauty, now she fulfilled it. There was an air of confidence about her he liked.
She leaned forward. “I’ve spent the past couple of years studying pet psychology.”
“I have not heard of that.”
She smiled again, her full lips curving upward as if she were about to share a delicious private joke. “You’d appreciate it. The field is growing rapidly. We’re interested in why animals act the way they do. What set of circumstances combine with their personality to make them act aggressively or chew furniture or not accept a new baby. That sort of thing.”
He couldn’t believe such information existed. “This is what you are doing now?”
