wasn’t the main issue. “Can you describe her to me?”
“I could not see her.”
“Do you know her name? Even her first name would help.”
“No. I heard him call her mon amour. My love. That was all.”
And it was more information than they’d had to this point. Kate circled the counter and drew Beatrice into a quick hug. “Thank you, Bea. You’re the best.”
“And so are you, Dr. Kate. You bring joy to the household.”
If only that were true, Kate thought. At least where Marc was concerned. “Have you seen King DeLoria?”
“Bernard…” Beatrice blushed like the devil. “I mean Mr. Nicholas said that the king would be gone most of the day.”
Bernard and Beatrice. Maybe that mystery was solved. If only Kate could say the same for the mystery mother, and Marc’s activities over the past few days. Maybe he had found a lover in a mountain village. Kate burned over that thought.
“Could you have Mr. Nicholas tell the King I need to see him, Bea? I’ll be waiting in the guesthouse.”
“As you wish, Doctor.”
“Just Kate. I think we should be on a first-name basis now.”
Beatrice beamed as if Kate had offered her the queen’s palace suite. “I would like that very much, at least when we are in private. Otherwise, it would not be respectful.”
Kate shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ll see you later. And thanks for everything.”
With a newfound energy, Kate strode through the gardens, stopping to smell the roses lining the path. She skipped the last few yards like a schoolgirl and burst into the guesthouse, pulling up short when she found Marc sitting on the elegant wingback chair in the corner next to the white brick fireplace, looking dark and imposing against the pristine backdrop, and incredibly sexy in his faded jeans and black knit shirt.
“Where have you been?” His voice was low, demanding.
Kate refused to fall at his feet, although it was tempting. “What does it matter to you? You haven’t been all that concerned over my whereabouts for the past week.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“So have I.” She started to tell him about the conversation with Beatrice but words escaped her when he kept staring as if he really wanted to get her naked. And she really wanted to let him.
But first and foremost, she had to maintain some control in his presence. His recent rejection still stung and she needed to resist him.
“Why are you here?” Her timid voice betrayed her conviction.
“You need to accompany me on a drive,” he said.
She snapped her fingers. “Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“I’m supposed to drop everything?” Her clothes immediately came to mind.
“It would be in your best interest to accompany me.”
Of all the arrogant kings. “And what if I don’t?”
At least this time she sounded more confident. But Kate’s confidence scattered when Marc came to his feet slowly, his eyes burning holes in her fake bravado. He stalked toward her until he stopped immediately in front of her, so close she could trace the outline of his Adam’s apple. “Do you really wish me to show you what I’ll do if you do not agree?”
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