This was Lucy, so why expect them to?
The past with all its uncertainties was in his face again, thanks to a woman who had done nothing to deserve his disapproval. In fact, the opposite was true. Rather than wait for him to save the day, Lucy had continued to build a successful future for herself and her child. It was the surprise element of the rain check that got under his skin.
Examining his conscience, he found a few gaps. Had he been completely open with her? Hadn’t he filled her in on what he’d been doing? A word or two would have sufficed—would have changed everything between them. Had he expected Lucy to blithely go along with whatever he decided? When had she ever done that? Seething with impatience to see her again, he glanced at his watch. The countdown to tomorrow had begun.
* * *
Had she gone too far turning Tadj down? Would she even see him again? Lucy wondered as she got ready for the party. He was the Emir of Qalala, after all, not the guy in the café who’d taken whatever she’d thrown at him in the spirit it was intended. They’d both changed, and no wonder Tadj had lost his sense of humour. She’d had no idea on that first encounter what a rigidly structured life the ruler of a powerful country was forced to lead. Surely Tadj had earned some downtime? No one could ever accuse him of short-changing Qalala. Perhaps it was time to allow the people of Qalala to do something for him. Freeing him to be happy would be a start, and the country could only benefit. No slave of duty could ever give their best, in Lucy’s opinion, and she was sad to think Tadj couldn’t love where he chose, or enjoy the freedoms she enjoyed. It was duty first, duty always for the Emir of Qalala, she reflected, putting on a sunny face as she came down the stairs and her friends gathered round. They were keen to find out what had happened when she met up with Tadj. There were no secrets in the workplace.
‘I didn’t want to miss this,’ she said honestly, ‘so we’re meeting again tomorrow morning.’
‘You blew out the Emir of Qalala for the chance to be with us?’ one of her friends demanded with amazement.
‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world.’
That same friend looked at her with concern, and then someone else changed the mood as she exclaimed, ‘Lucy—Lucy—look at all the gifts for the baby. Can we start to open them now?’
‘You shouldn’t have spent your money on me,’ Lucy exclaimed as she confronted the mountain of carefully wrapped gifts. ‘You’ve gone to far too much trouble.’
‘No more than you deserve,’ Miss Francine chimed in firmly. ‘You’re always doing things for us, and now it’s our turn to make a fuss of you.’
Excited exclamations greeted the revelation of each new gift, many of which were painstakingly home-made. She would rather have these genuine tokens of love than all the sapphires in the world, Lucy concluded as she unwrapped them. If only Tadj could understand that.
* * *
He had never been more certain that something was right, or that it could slip through his fingers so easily. Losing Lucy was unthinkable. It would spell disaster for them and for their child. She had every quality he’d been searching for in a queen. The only surprise was that he, with his reputation for decisive action, had remained blinkered for so long. Lucy’s strength and determination set her apart from the so-called suitable princesses. With her natural flair and warmth, she was everything he could wish for. If this were a straightforward business deal, he would have secured her long before now. But this wasn’t a straightforward business deal.
Inside his suite on board his yacht the Blue Stone, he studied the priceless sapphire in his hand. Everything hinged on his next move. Tucking the precious gemstone into the back pocket of his jeans, he railed at the thought that he must wait. If he attempted to bounce Lucy into a decision, she’d bounce the other way. As a lover his credentials were sound; as a man in love, he had so far proved to be pretty useless. It was time to sort that out.
* * *
So, this was it, Lucy thought. Still glowing from the party her friends had thrown for her the previous night, she’d slept fitfully, waking long before dawn had brightened her bedsit. And then she’d spent ages pacing and fretting, instead of getting ready to meet Tadj. She should have drawn up a list—an agenda—something he would understand. Frowning as she chewed her lip worriedly, she stared out of the window at the distant shape of the Blue Stone, which was floating like a slumbering leviathan at anchor just a few hundred yards away. It was almost eleven o’clock on a cold grey winter’s morning. Even the sky looked like a sheet of ice. Wrapping up warmly would do nothing to protect her heart, she mused wryly as she wound a scarf around her neck. Even her much vaunted common sense couldn’t help when Tadj was in the frame. She loved him unconditionally, which made her more vulnerable than she would like. Grabbing her cross-shoulder bag, she checked the contents before leaving the room.
‘Call me stupid,’ she told her friends and Miss Francine as they gathered around her to wish her well, ‘but I’m really excited at the thought of seeing him again.’
‘Not stupid,’ Miss Francine insisted as she brought Lucy into her arms for a hug. ‘A woman in love could never be called stupid in my book.’
Lucy’s friends chipped in with their own raucous suggestions, drowning out Miss Francine as Lucy gave her elderly friend an extra hug. ‘We make our own luck,’ she said as she made her way to the door. ‘So I’d better get out there, and get busy making some.’
‘Just don’t let him walk roughshod over you,’ a friend called out.
‘Who’s going to protect the Emir?’ Miss Francine countered.
There was no protection against love, Lucy thought as she said goodbye to her friends and left the shop.
* * *
As she fell beneath the shadow of the Blue Stone, she could see Tadj waiting out on deck. Her heart went crazy, but when he jogged down the companionway to greet her, they exchanged nothing more than polite kisses on both cheeks. Her lips still tingled from contact with his warm, firm skin, and from the lightest rasp of his stubble. She missed the wildness of their passion, and knew that might never return. Even if it had, she reflected with amusement, on this huge vessel surrounded by officers in crisp whites, it would hardly be appropriate to greet the Emir of Qalala with anything but discretion and reserve. Well, maybe a little more than that, she conceded as she stared deep into Tadj’s unreadable eyes. She wouldn’t have cared who was watching if things had been normal between them.
‘Welcome on board the Blue Stone,’ the Emir of Qalala intoned stiffly. ‘After you,’ he invited politely.
So it was going to be formality all the way, Lucy thought with a heavy heart. Once inside the Blue Stone, her disappointment was soon forgotten.
‘Goodness, this is amazing,’ she exclaimed. Talk about leaving one world behind and entering another. This was amazing. She felt shabby in contrast to her surroundings. Everything was pristine and polished. ‘I thought your friend Sheikh Khalid’s yacht was amazing, but this is—’
‘Doubly amazing?’ Tadj supplied.
‘Yes,’ she said, staring directly into his eyes. Was that a hint of humour? Was Tadj back?
‘Are you expecting someone?’ she asked as they walked deeper into the floating palace. Maybe he was expecting more guests, she thought,
