must be scheduled out down to the millisecond.’
‘Most of the time, yes,’ he admitted. ‘But I’m officially on leave at the moment. Taking a bit of time to get my head in the right place, so to speak.’
‘Before you’re crowned king.’
‘Yes. Obviously I’m not entirely neglecting my duties while I’m here—I can do a lot of things through the internet and the phone—but Nonno thought I needed a bit of time out to prepare myself.’
‘Your grandfather,’ she said, ‘sounds very sensible.’ Like hers had been. ‘But forgive me for being dim. I don’t tend to read the society pages, so I really had absolutely no idea who you were.’
‘You,’ he said, ‘are the last person I’d accuse of being dim.’
‘You only met me today. I could be an airhead.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Give me some credit for being able to judge someone’s character quickly and accurately.’
‘I guess in your position you have to do that all the time.’ She paused. ‘So how come you’re taking over, and not your father?’
‘He died in a car crash when I was ten,’ Lorenzo said. ‘Along with my mother.’
She could see the pain in his eyes, and then he was all urbane and charming again. Behind a mask. Clearly it hurt too much to talk about. She could understand that; there were certain bits of her own past that she didn’t talk about.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly. ‘That must’ve been hard for you. And for your grandparents.’
‘It was a long time ago, now,’ he said. ‘You get used to it.’
‘Yes, you do.’
‘That sounds like experience talking,’ he said.
She nodded. ‘My grandparents brought me up.’ She couldn’t quite bring herself to tell him of the circumstances, not wanting him to pity her.
‘Something we have in common,’ he said.
Not quite. She didn’t think that Lorenzo’s parents were like hers, choosing to abandon their child. In his case, his parents had been taken from him in an accident. In hers, her father had chosen to distance himself before she was born—his only contribution to her life had been to pay for part of her education—and her mother had been more focused on her own love-life than family life. ‘Just about the only thing.’
He smiled. ‘Sometimes that makes life more interesting.’
And more complicated, she thought. Lorenzo Torelli was gorgeous. The way he’d kissed her earlier had made her bones melt. Which meant she needed to keep a safe distance between them until he left Edensfield for his kingdom. ‘I guess I ought to stop monopolising you and let you chat to everyone else. And I have a few things I need to do for work, so I’d better get a move on. Nice to have met you. Good evening,’ she said.
He gave her a tiny little smile that very clearly called her a chicken. Guilty as charged, she thought—because he scared her as much as he drew her. She couldn’t afford to let him matter to her.
Besides, a man destined to be king would’ve been taught how to be charming from when he was in the cradle. The attention he’d paid her had been flattery. And she already knew the dark side of flattery—the last time she’d let herself fall for a spiel, it had ended in tears. She’d learned the hard way that relationships let her down, but her work never did.
‘Good evening, Indigo,’ he said softly, and she fled.
INDIGO WASN’T IN the breakfast room when Lorenzo came downstairs, the next morning. And when he casually mentioned her name, Gus just smiled. ‘She’s even more of a workaholic than you are. She’ll have been in her workroom since the crack of dawn.’
Lorenzo knew that he ought to be sensible and avoid Indigo. But the attraction from last night hadn’t gone away. So he couldn’t resist taking a detour to the kitchen, making her a mug of coffee and wandering casually into her workroom. Just to say hello, he told himself. There couldn’t be any harm in that. Could there?
Today Indigo was back to wearing shapeless clothes and having her hair pinned back, and she was also wearing a pair of safety goggles. This had to be the most unsexy outfit in the world. And yet Lorenzo was aware of every drop of blood thrumming through his veins when she glanced up from her work and saw him.
‘I thought you might like this,’ he said, and handed her the mug. ‘Milk, no sugar.’
‘Thank you.’ She pushed the goggles up on top of her head. ‘How do you know how I like my coffee?’
‘I noticed yesterday at dinner,’ he said. He’d been taught from an early age to notice the details. ‘Do you need a hand with anything?’ It was a stupid question, and he knew it even as the words came out.
‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘but, apart from the fact that my work needs specialist training, I work with acids, flux, a hot soldering iron, sharp blades and glass—all things that could do serious damage to you.’
‘I guess so.’
‘Even if I didn’t have bad intentions towards you—and, just for the record if you happen to be wired and your security team’s listening, I don’t—there’s still the risk of an accident. My insurance company would have a hissy fit at the idea.’
He liked the fact that she’d clearly thought this through. Though it also surprised him that Indigo Moran had such a deeply conventional side, given the dress she’d worn last night. ‘And that bothers you? I thought you had a reputation for being a free spirit.’
‘Which isn’t the same as being reckless and stupid,’ she said. ‘What do you expect me to do—jump into a lake and pull you in with me?’
He laughed. ‘Point taken. No, I don’t think you’re stupid.’ He paused. ‘So can I watch you work, today?’ he asked.
She looked surprised. ‘Are you really interested in glass, are you being polite, or are you just bored and at a bit of a loose end?’
He liked her plain speaking. But either they could spend all day fencing, or he could come clean. Given how little time he had left here, he chose the latter option. ‘It’s an excuse to spend time with you. And I have a feeling it might be the same for you, too.’
She looked wary. ‘I’m not so sure that it’s a good idea.’
At least she hadn’t denied that she wanted to spend time with him. So he could be just as honest with her. ‘I know it isn’t a good idea,’ he said softly.
She said nothing, just looked even warier.
‘If I wasn’t who I am, would your answer be different?’
‘Probably,’ she admitted.
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