isn’t it? You think you found him ten years ago, and that’s why you never gave anyone else a chance. Even Armando, that droolicious hunk of a human being. You blew it with him, big time. And it’s all over that ex-royal pain in the rear, isn’t it?”
Phoebe’s lips twitched with distress and amusement. “He’s royal again as of this afternoon, by the way.”
“You’re not glossing over this, do you hear me?”
“I think the whole capital can hear you, sweetie.”
“Don’t sweetie me or I swear…ooh.And all this time you kept me in the dark, you overprotective, suffering-in-silence…rat.”
“Who said anything about suffering—”
“I say. I felt it. And I should have known what it was about. At my wedding when that hunk of rock almost made love to you on the dance floor and then dragged you out to the terrace and you came back looking turned inside out, I was sure he’d kissed you senseless. And that you, Ms. No Man Ever Gets Past the Inspection Stage, let him, worried me sick. I spent half my wedding night interrogating Paolo about him. He said he respected Leandro as a prince and a businessman, but that as a man, he thought there was no colder fish in the known universe. I laid into you the moment I returned from my honeymoon, but you were all, ‘I haven’t seen him again and nothing happened that night.’ But you were seeing him all the time, weren’t you?”
“I wasn’t exactly seeing him all the time, Jules. He didn’t live on Castaldini, remember?”
Julia staggered around, threw herself back into her chair with a furious screech. “You threw me off the scent so well, and I believed that not even that Roman god could fool you! I was in a bad way at the time, and I just dismissed the whole thing. Whenever your tranquil act cracked, I’d say, nah, not that, not Phoebes. Paolo did wonder how Leandro could afford to come to Castaldini so frequently during his campaign. But he was coming back for you, keeping you like a dirty little secret, forcing you to lie to me and to everyone, wasn’t he? And now he’s back and he wants to play some more, that…that…bastard.”
So she hadn’t been a good enough actress. Oh, well. Time to come clean. She sighed. “You’re talking as if I was a minor who was seduced by a dirty old man, Jules. He didn’t coerce me into anything.”
“But he’s coercing you now, isn’t he? Tell me he is. You can’t be that stupid twice in a lifetime with the same man.”
“He’s not as bad as you think, Jules. In fact, I’m discovering that he’s very, very good.”
“Oh, no, he’s messed with your mind again already.”
“Maybe. But as totally moronic as it may sound to you, I’m excited about this. I get to be his bridge back to Castaldini, and I believe I can do both him and the kingdom a serious service.”
“That’s not the kind of service he’s looking for from you!”
She laughed at Julia’s venom. “Oh, that, too. But one thing you don’t have to worry about is him forcing me into anything.”
“I get the feeling it would take force to pry you off him.”
Phoebe laughed again. Leave it to Julia to hit her over the head with the truth. Half the truth here, though. When it was time to let go, she’d walk away. She already had that routine down pat.
“What’s so wrong in being with the one man who ever got—and as it turns out, who’ll ever get—my motor running?”
“You want me to point out all the mistakes in this picture? One, you’re not on a level playing field. He wants entertainment, you want serious, and commitment, and forever—”
Phoebe snorted. “You make me sound like so much fun, Jules.”
“Okay, Phoebes.” Julia’s tone switched from exasperated to coaxing. “I understand, honest. I mean, I’m deliriously in love with Paolo and I still got the wind knocked out of me when Leandro walked in with you. Then he came closer, spoke…and whew. What I’m saying is, he has some serious brain-shutdown powers, even in completely committed women’s cases. So I totally sympathize. But you must resist the pull of the dark side!”
“So now I’m facing the return of the Jedi?” Phoebe hooted. “Oh, Jules, I’m sorry I didn’t confide in you. But this is my choice now as it was then. I want this. And when I’m gone, don’t you dare take your frustration out on Paolo, hear? Don’t go around being discontented, not over me this time. Or I’m sending Stella to scare you back to your best behavior.”
Julia’s gaze turned hot at the mention of the woman who’d once tried to wreck her marriage, the woman Phoebe had most minded seeing Leandro escort in public during his and Phoebe’s affair. “You’re a master at subterfuge, aren’t you? And to think I never suspected it.”
“I have many hidden talents.”
“So when are you going to stop hiding them?”
All temper evaporated from Julia’s eyes, all feigned lightness from Phoebe’s. This was it, then. Moment of truth.
And the truth was, she’d overstayed…maybe not her welcome, but her usefulness in Castaldini. One of the reasons she’d ended her ill-advised engagement to Armando had been that she’d recognized it as an attempt to revive the need for her to stay there. Julia had adapted to her condition, hadn’t needed Phoebe’s support for years now. It had been her who’d stuck around, avoided facing the facts that her purpose had dwindled to nonexistent and she was going nowhere staying in Castaldini. King Benedetto had created a job for her where she was needed. But she wasn’t indispensable. Not to Castaldini, not to Julia or the children. Not to…anyone.
The one thing that had been keeping her there was being at a loss as to what to do next, where to go. She’d always put everyone else first, let their needs dictate her course and choices. First her mother, then Julia, then Leandro, then Castaldini. And her use had expired for each, one way or the other. Now she had to get a life of her own.
And Julia was calling her on putting a time limit on getting one.
Phoebe looked her sister square in the eyes. “How about now? And I’ll start by going west with Leandro, taking every day as it comes.”
“You’re not fooling me.You did that once before with him.”
“Oh, it was different then.” She’d jumped in blind then, had had her eyes opened the hardest way. Now she saw exactly what she was getting into. “This time I’ll finally get the running start I need to launch into the life I should have started living years ago.”
Before Julia could volley and take the conversation deeper, Phoebe swooped her up in a bear hug, then made her escape through the door where Paolo and the kids had kidnapped Leandro.
And there he was, at the end of the immaculate gardens, the one thing she craved. If she didn’t already know it, the tension radiating from him even from that far, the way his gaze was pinned to the door he knew she’d exit from, would have told her she was on top of his list of must-haves, too…
She blinked, gasped.
Exiting from the massive columned promenade, his formidable frame etched
