His Princess Of Convenience. Rebecca Winters

flashed her a quick smile. “Is this the moment you’re going to get your revenge on me for past misdeeds?”

      “If you’re referring to the chocolate you fed me full of cherry cordial that dripped down my blouse on one of our outings, I wouldn’t be surprised.” The impish look in her beautiful gray eyes was so unexpected that his heart skipped a beat.

      “Be gentle,” he begged, putting his arms around her from behind to help her make the first cut with the knife. Another chuckle escaped her lips. With great care she picked up the first piece and turned to him, waving it in the air as if trying to decide how to feed it to him. This produced laughter from the guests.

      “Just take your best shot, whatever you have in mind.”

      “So I do have you a little bit worried.”

      “Please, Christina.”

      “I tell you what. I’ll have a napkin ready.” She plucked one off the table. “Now open sesame.”

      He closed his eyes and obeyed her command.

      “You have to keep your eyes open, coward,” she said in a low teasing voice.

      “I can’t do both,” he teased back.

      “Then I’ll eat it instead.”

      Shocked by her response, he opened his eyes only to be fed the cake, part of which fell onto his chin into the napkin she held for him. The wedding guests laughed and clapped their hands. Of course everything had been caught by the videographer.

      Christina cleaned him up nicely, then kissed his chin. “Thanks for being a good sport, Your Highness.”

      “Don’t call me that.”

      She looked surprised. “No?”

      “Not ever.”

      She flashed him a smile. “Are we having our first fight?”

      Her question caught him off guard. Before he could respond, Lindsay came up to Christina with her bridal bouquet. “When you’re ready to leave the party, you can toss it behind you.”

      “Thank you, Lindsay. All your planning has made this the most beautiful wedding party in the world. I’ve never been happier.”

      “You look radiant, Christina.” She gave her a hug, and Antonio saw his wife whisper something to her in private.

      “It’s already being taken care of,” Lindsay whispered back, but Antonio read her lips.

      Intrigued, he couldn’t wait to get his bride alone, but no one was ready to leave the reception yet and Zach had snatched her away to dance. He decided now was the time to dance with his mother, then his mother-in-law.