Even after she put her mechanic days behind her, she could relate to the people at their level.
Isabel might not know how to be a princess yet, but at least she was a contemporary woman, something rarely found in his country. He could use that to his advantage as he moved forward with his plans. Though right now she looked more like a schoolgirl than a woman with the cashmere blanket tucked around her shoulders.
The cover rose and fell with each of her breaths. Her hair fanned across the pillow, the brown strands contrasting with the white fabric. The slender column of her neck contradicted the stiff backbone she’d shown earlier. The curve of her cheek and fullness of her lips weren’t diminished by the lack of makeup and lip-gloss on her face. She possessed a natural beauty.
Although Niko appreciated her spirit and self-reliance, he couldn’t deny the appeal of this softer side. The defiant set of her chin and tight jaw had relaxed. The result of sleep, but she looked so peaceful and serene. He wondered if she ever looked this way awake. He doubted it.
With her lips slightly parted, she almost appeared to be smiling. The result of a pleasant dream? A dream about him?
No. Her dreams were none of his business. Isabel might be his wife, but he should think of her like a sister. Anything else would be … inappropriate given his intention to marry Julianna.
Isabel shifted in her seat. The way she stretched reminded him of one of the feral cats who lived in the stable. As she settled into a new position, the top half of her blanket fell from her shoulders and pooled on her lap.
He could see the rise and fall of her chest better now. The V-neck collar gave a tantalizing view of creamy skin and lace. The fabric of her shirt stretched across her breasts. The cool cabin temperature beaded her nipples.
Niko covered her with the blanket and tucked the edge around her shoulders.
“Sir,” Jovan said, standing in the aisle.
Niko jerked his hands away from Isabel, feeling as if the palace’s renowned pastry chef had caught him sneaking a tulumbe from a batch soaking in syrup overnight.
“It is late.” Jovan handed him a blanket. “There is nothing more to be done until we arrive in Vernonia. Please rest, sir.”
Niko knew sleep was futile, but he placed the blanket on his lap. Jovan was only trying to do his job. “The shopping arrangements…”
“Have been taken care of, sir. Princess Julianna has offered her assistance and expertise.”
The future wife helping the soon-to-be former one? The thought of the two women, so very different, made Niko’s temples throb. “That will be … interesting.”
“Princess Julianna’s sense of duty is matched only by your own,” Jovan said. “She simply wants to help you, sir.”
Niko only hoped Isabel accepted the help. That independent streak of hers might get in the way. “Julianna will make a fine queen.”
Jovan nodded. “She will also be an excellent role model for Princess Isabel to emulate, sir.”
“Yes.” Niko glanced at Isabel to see if she was still asleep. He lowered his voice. “She will need all the help she can get.”
Jovan smiled at the sleeping woman. “Princess Isabel is not what I expected, but she has … spirit. She puts on no airs. Plays no games.”
“She is different and has a certain down-to-earth charm,” Niko agreed. “In time she could become a role model herself.”
Jovan’s brows furrowed. “I do not think she intends to stay long enough for that to happen, sir.”
“Once Isabel sees all Vernonia has to offer, she will want to stay. We can have her things shipped over.”
“You sound certain, sir.”
“I am,” Niko stated. “You saw the hovel she calls home. Her life in the United States leaves much to be desired.”
“She doesn’t seem to mind that life, sir,” Jovan said. “And with her inheritance …”
“Perhaps she does not know any better.”
Niko’s gaze returned to Isabel’s face. Her full lips still appeared to be smiling. He wouldn’t mind a taste of them. A kiss.
No. He couldn’t allow himself to go there, even if he was … tempted.
He focused his attention on his aide. “Staying in Vernonia is best for Isabel.”
Just as Julianna was best for Vernonia, thus best for him.
“I wonder what Princess Isabel will have to say about that, sir,” Jovan said.
“She may not have an Ivy League education, but she is intelligent. It won’t take her long to realize where her future lies.”
“If she disagrees, I suppose we can finally make use of the tower, sir,” Jovan joked.
Niko laughed. “You’ve been spending too much time around my father.”
“Isabel.”
A man was calling Izzy’s name, but she didn’t open her eyes. Her alarm clock hadn’t buzzed yet. That meant this must still be part of her dream, an odd mix of fairy tale and nightmare with a brooding, handsome prince holding her captive in a tower.
“Isabel,” the man said again.
She liked the way the three syllables rolled off his tongue. I-sa-bel. She snuggled against the pillow, wanting more sleep and more of him.
The bed lurched, as if she were riding on a flying carpet that had come to a sudden stop.
“Welcome to Vernonia,” the male voice continued.
Where? And then she realized.
Izzy wasn’t in bed dreaming. She forced her heavy eyelids open. Bright sunlight streamed through the window. She blinked. The plane had not only landed, but also parked. A small turboprop taxied by.
Every single one of her muscles tensed. Yesterday had been real. The box. Her parents. The prince.
She clutched the armrests.
“Good morning, Isabel,” Niko said from the seat next to her.
Izzy saw nothing good about this morning. She was tired, surrounded by strangers and far away from home. She turned toward Niko to tell him as much, but her mouth went dry at the sight of him.
Hello, Prince Hottie. Heat pulsed through her veins.
The stubble on Niko’s face made him look sexier, dangerous. Especially with his scar. A real bad boy. His clothes remained unwrinkled, as if he’d just stepped away from a photo shoot, not spent the night flying across an ocean and a continent.
“You didn’t eat much dinner last night,” he said. “Are you hungry?”
She wouldn’t mind
