Brenna sat on the edge of her desk. “If you’re this unsure, then put things off for a while. No one is saying you have to marry him.”

Mia smiled. “But I want to. Isn’t that dumb? I want to marry him. I want to know that for the rest of our lives, we’ll be together.”

“So if Rafael were just a regular guy, you wouldn’t have a problem with this.”

Mia considered the statement. “Apparently not.”

“In this case, the crown comes with the guy. Can you handle that?”

“I sort of have to. Otherwise, I let Rafael go, and I can’t imagine doing that. When I thought he died, I didn’t want to live myself. I ached for months. Being pregnant was the only thing that got me through. I can’t imagine ever surviving that pain again. But the man I loved before was different.”

“In good ways or bad ways?”

“Both. I liked that Diego wasn’t a world-renowned sex object. Plus I have such lousy taste in men. Seriously, Brenna, do you know how badly I could be screwing this up?”

“He’s a prince, Mia. How bad could it be?”

“That’s what I keep telling myself.” She winced. “I don’t want to move away.”

“I’m thinking you’re going to have to live in Calandria. But there’s good news. You could be on a stamp.”

“I was hoping for money, but a stamp works. My God, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I guess if I do marry him we’ll move to Calandria fairly quickly. We haven’t talked about it, but it makes sense. I’m sure Rafael has responsibilities, and Danny and I need to start learning to be royal.”

Mia stood and plucked at her T-shirt. “Who am I kidding? I bought this for five dollars at Wal-Mart. The only designer clothes I own are my mother’s hand-me-downs. I don’t do jewelry or know how to waltz.”

Brenna stood and moved close. “You speak about four hundred languages, you’re smart, you’re capable, and you’re in love. Are you ever going to meet another guy like Rafael? Because if you aren’t sure there’s another handsome prince waiting for you, I would say learning to waltz might be the way to go.”

Mia smiled. “Kelly could probably teach me.”

“I’m sure she’d be delighted to. Follow your heart, Mia. That’s the best advice I can give you. If I’d followed mine, I would have married Nic when I was eighteen instead of wasting nearly a decade of our lives.”

“Do you regret that?”

“I try not to, but sometimes, when I’m up late with the twins, I wonder what our lives would have been like if I hadn’t been afraid to take the plunge.”

“Don’t you hate regrets?” Mia asked.

“More than anything. Follow your heart,” Brenna said again. “Don’t look back and think ‘if only.’ If you can’t imagine life without him, then go for it. If you can, then don’t. He’s Danny’s father and that’s never going to change. The bottom line is you don’t have to decide today.”

“I know. I have two days until Danny’s birthday.”

“You don’t have to elope. You can tell him you need more time.”

Mia considered that. “I want to be with him,” she said at last. “I love him.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

The two women hugged again; then Mia headed back to the house. She was going to do it. She was going to elope with Rafael and then figure out what she’d gotten herself into.

As she walked across the lawn, she noticed the pony tethered under a tree. “I wonder what pony poop does to grass,” she murmured as she climbed the steps and entered the house.

“It’s me,” she yelled as she walked into the empty kitchen.

A quick glance at the clock told her the Grands were probably resting before they started dinner. She stuck her head in the family room and saw Danny curled up on the sofa, watching a cartoon video.

“Doing okay?” she asked.

Danny smiled at her and nodded.

So if her son was occupied and the Grands were sleeping, that sort of left her at loose ends. Maybe she and Rafael had time for a quickie.

Anticipation propelled her upstairs. She walked down the hallway toward his room. The door stood open and she could hear him talking on the phone.

At first the words didn’t register. She wasn’t trying to listen in. She caught a word or two in Italian and paused. Was he talking business? Should she wait?

As she considered her options, she took another step and the floorboards creaked. Instantly Rafael went silent. When he continued the conversation, he spoke Portuguese.

Mia froze. Why on earth would he change languages like that? The most obvious explanation was that he didn’t want to be understood. Which made no sense.

Even so, she crept forward to listen.

“Not to worry,” he said, his voice low. “Yes, all is well. As I told you, Mia has agreed to marry me. We are to fly to Las Vegas in a few days. No, she knows nothing. We will go after Danny’s birthday. I have the paperwork all ready.”

He was silent for a moment. “We will return to Calandria as soon as possible. I know. Once we are there, Calandrian laws apply. No, Mia would never think to study such a thing. She has no idea that once the heir arrives in Calandria, he can never be taken away without permission from the throne. Of course. I will have my son and heir.”

He was silent again. “Yes. A divorce. I have those papers as well. It is unfortunate she is not more suitable, but I understand my responsibilities. I will keep Daniel with me and send Mia way.”

11

Mia found herself unable to breathe. White-hot fury poured through her until she felt sure she could melt steel simply by touching it. She stood as if nailed to the floor, unable to move as Rafael finished his conversation with his father. A conversation that revealed everything.

When he’d hung up, she forced herself to walk into her bedroom, where she picked up the phone and called Joe’s cell.

“Get to the house now,” she said, her voice low and thick. “Bring a gun.”

She hung up before he could ask anything; then she stalked into Rafael’s bedroom and wondered if she was truly capable of murder.

At that moment it seemed more than possible-it seemed likely. She wanted him dead. No, she wanted him in pain. She wanted to see blood and bone jutting through flesh. She wanted him writhing and begging, and she wanted to watch him disappear into a puddle of green slime.

He turned and smiled at her. “Mia. I was just speaking with my father and we were-” He stared at her. “What is wrong?”

She could feel the scream building, but as it hadn’t reached the surface yet, she spoke in a quiet voice, one laced with so much anger, it practically snapped.

“Did you think I was so fucking stupid that I didn’t speak Portuguese?”

He paled slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said, you bastard. I heard and understood every damned word. Ironically, I wasn’t paying attention when you were speaking Italian. I wasn’t even listening. But you switched. I guess you thought I could be Grandma Tessa, who also speaks Italian. You sure as hell wouldn’t want her hearing your little plan for my future.”

She felt as angry about his assumption that she wouldn’t understand him as she did about what he’d said. That bothered her for a second until she realized it was safe to be furious about the language he’d chosen. She wouldn’t kill him over that.

“I heard you,” she told him. “I heard every word. You lied. You deliberately lied. How dare you? You’re not here to marry me, you’re here to take my son.”

The scream built and built until it finally burst free. She reached for the lamp on the dresser by the door and threw it at him.

“You fucking bastard. You tricked us all. You came here with your stories and your princely manners and the whole thing was a scam.”

He’d sidestepped the lamp easily. Now he walked around the mess on the floor and moved toward her.

“Mia, calm down. You have misunderstood.”

“Get away from me. I swear, if I had a gun I’d shoot you right now. Right in the gut. Or the balls. You didn’t come here for me. You don’t care about me or my family or anything. You want your son. You want to kidnap him.”

“You’re being ridiculous. Daniel is my heir. It is reasonable for me to-”

“Don’t talk to me about reasonable,” she screamed. “Don’t you dare. You lied. It was all a lie.”

“Daniel is my son.”

“His name is Danny. He’s a little boy. You want to take him away from me, but that will never happen. Never. Do you hear me?” She looked around for something else to throw at him and was frustrated by the lack of vases and lamps.

“He is my heir. My people have a right to-”

“Fuck your people and fuck you. Go to hell, Rafael. You’re never getting him. Never. I don’t care what I have to do. This is all bullshit. Why now? Why did you suddenly show up?”

She pressed a hand against her forehead as she remembered what he’d told her. “My God. The picture in the paper. That damn picture. You saw it and you recognized me and him. The age is right and he looks enough like you.” She paused again and found herself unable to do more than gasp out. “The birthmark. Somehow you saw it.”

“That first morning,” he agreed. “The men in my family have carried it for generations.”

“You didn’t need the DNA test, did you?”

He shrugged. “I knew he was my son after I saw the birthmark.”

“Of course. You saw the paper and knew, so you had to come here. Only you couldn’t just show up. I would get really suspicious if after five years you suddenly appeared in my life. So you…”

She couldn’t believe it. No. This wasn’t happening. “You lied about everything. About being told I was dead, about missing me. You came up with that story as a way to make me trust you. You not coming after me had nothing to do with me being dead or not. You didn’t care. You’d had your fling and then it was time to get back to your regular life. The prince one. You didn’t give me another thought. Then you found out about Danny and suddenly you had an heir to worry about.”