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help with Sam at any point during the night.”

      He reached over and pushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek. “You have done more than your share, Piper. I cannot express how much I appreciate your guidance.”

      He had no idea how much she appreciated his willingness to take on raising a baby on his own. “It was my pleasure. And before I turn in for the night, I’ll make a list of things you’ll need for the baby.”

      He grinned, showing his dimples to full advantage. “Perhaps I should purchase a pack mule while we’re out.”

      She shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind showing your ass all over town.”

      His laugh was gruff and extremely sexy. “I would rather show my son off all over town, so we will forgo the mule for the moment.”

      Piper wanted to argue against creating too much attention to his newly discovered child, but Adan seemed so proud of Sam, she didn’t dare discourage him. In twenty-six years, her own mother had never expressed that devotion, nor would she ever.

      Besides, the possibility of another scandal would fall on the royal family’s shoulders, and they’d most likely dealt with those issues before. And if they played their cards right, no one would discover the prince in disguise in their midst.

      * * *

      Piper would swear the store clerk had recognized Adan, even though he wore a New York Yankees baseball cap covering his dark hair, sunglasses covering his amber eyes, khaki cargo pants, black T-shirt and heavy boots. Not to mention he hadn’t shaved that morning, evident by the light blanket of whiskers along his chin, upper lip and jaw. She definitely liked that rugged, manly look. A lot. And maybe that was what had garnered the young woman’s attention—Adan’s sheer animal magnetism.

      Yes, that had to be it. Why else would she giggle when Adan leaned over the counter and handed her the supply list? Unfortunately Piper couldn’t understand a word they were saying, which left her to guess. And she’d begun to assume the sheikh might be making a date.

      The baby began to stir in the stroller they’d purchased on their first stop, drawing Piper’s attention and giving her a valid excuse to interrupt the exchange. “I believe Sam is going to want a bottle very soon.”

      He pushed away from the counter and glanced at Sam, who looked as if he might be in precrying mode. “I believe you are correct. We should be finished here soon.”

      After Adan spoke to the clerk again, she disappeared into a back room and returned a few moments later with a scowling, middle-aged man carrying three cardboard boxes. He set the boxes down hard on the counter, then eyed Adan suspiciously before he sent Piper a clear look of contempt. She had no idea what they had done to warrant his disdain, but she was relieved when he disappeared into the back area again. After the young woman placed the clothing, toys and other provisions they’d selected into several bags, Adan counted out cash—a lot of cash—then smiled when his admirer fumbled with the receipt before she finally set it in his open palm.

      Ready for a quick escape before the love-struck clerk fainted, Piper flipped her sunglasses back into place—and immediately saw a problem with transporting the items since the driver had parked in an alley two blocks away to avoid detection. “Looks like we’re going to have to make several trips to get all of this to the car.”

      “I’ll take care of that,” Adan replied as he headed out the exit, leaving her behind with a fussy baby and a smitten cashier.

      Piper could easily remedy one problem by giving Sam a bottle. While she was rummaging through the diaper bag to do that very thing, she noticed the grumpy guy standing behind the counter, staring at her. She immediately glanced down to make sure the sundress hadn’t slipped down and exposed too much cleavage. Not the case at all. And when she scooped the baby from the stroller to feed him, he continued to look at her as if she was a scourge on society.

      Fortunately Adan returned a few moments later, three teenage boys dressed in muslin tunics and pants trailing behind him. He handed them each a few bills, barked a few orders, and like a well-oiled human machine, the trio picked up the supplies, awaiting further instruction.

      After opening the door, Adan made a sweeping gesture with one hand. “After you, fair lady.”

      “Thank you, kind sir, and please bring the stroller and the bag.”

      With Sam in her arms and the secret sheikh by her side, they stepped onto the stone sidewalk and traveled past clay-colored artisan shops and small eateries. The luscious scents of a nearby restaurant reminded Piper they hadn’t yet had lunch. The way people stared at them reminded her of the overly stern guy in the store. “Did you notice how that older man in the boutique kept looking at us?” she asked Adan as she handed him the empty bottle, then brought Sam up to her shoulder.

      He dropped the bottle back into the bag resting in the stroller without breaking his stride. “Some of Bajul’s citizens are not particularly fond of foreigners.”

      That made sense. Sort of. “He actually seemed angry.”

      “Perhaps he noticed you were not wearing a ring and assumed we are unmarried with a child.”

      “He would be wrong on all counts.”

      Piper experienced a sudden melancholy over that fact. She’d learned long ago not to chase unattainable dreams, and wanting more from Adan would definitely qualify. She still wasn’t sure she could entirely trust him, although he seemed to be making an effort to earn it. Even so, she was clearly in danger of becoming too close to the baby—and the baby’s father.

      As they rounded the corner and entered the alley, a series of shouts startled the sleeping baby awake. Sam began to cry and Piper began to panic when a crowd of people converged upon them on the way to the car. Most members of the press, she surmised when she noticed the microphones being thrust in Adan’s face. She hadn’t been able to understand the questions until one lanky blond English-speaking reporter stepped forward. “Whose child is this, Sheikh Mehdi?”

      Overcome with the need to protect Adan, Piper responded without thought. “He’s mine.”

      She managed to open the car door as the driver loaded the trunk, escaping the chaos. But she’d barely settled inside before the reporter blocked the prince’s path. “Is the baby your bastard child?”

      Adan grabbed the journalist by the collar with both hands. “The child is not a bastard,” he hissed. “He is my son.”

      Piper saw a disaster in the making and had to intervene. “Adan, he’s not worth it.”

      The reporter cut a look in her direction. “Is this woman your mistress?”

      Adan pointed in her direction. “That woman is... She is...my wife.”

      * * *

      “Your wife? What were you thinking, Adan?”

      He hadn’t been thinking at all, only reacting. But after spending a good hour sitting on the veranda outside the nursery, that was all he had been doing. “The bloody imbecile insulted my child, and then he insulted you.”

      Piper yanked the chair opposite his back from the table and sat. “Telling the press we’re married was a bit extreme, don’t you agree?”

      That extreme stemmed from wrath over the circumstance. “Had you not begun this debacle by claiming to be Samuel’s mother, then I would not have had to defend yours and my son’s honor.”

      She sent him a withering look. “For your information, I was simply trying to protect you from answering questions you weren’t prepared to answer. I had no idea you were going tell the world you’re Sam’s father, nor did I have a clue you were going to have us living in wedded bliss.”

      “I believe that would be preferable to confirming you’re nothing more than a mistress who bore my bastard child.”

      “What would have been wrong with letting everyone believe he’s mine and leave it at