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wanted.

      And the man she’d wanted.

      Disbelief was etched through Lizzy for the thousandth time. That Maria had actually had an affair with Prince Paolo of San Lucenzo and none of them had known. Not even his family, let alone hers.

      How had they managed it? He must have been very different from his brother. Even though she hadn’t recognised Enrico, she’d still heard of him—and of his reputation. The Playboy Prince. Her covert gaze rested on him a second. He certainly had the looks for it, all right. Tall, broad-shouldered, sablehaired, with strong, well-cut, aristocratic features.

      And those eyes.

      Dark, long-lashed, with flecks of gold in them if you looked deeply. Not that she could—or would.

      She looked away. It was completely irrelevant what he looked like. It was nothing to do with her. All she had to be concerned about was how long she and Ben would have to hide here before they could go back home.

      Ben had paused in his tower-building. He was looking curiously at his helper.

      ‘Are you really my uncle?’

      Immediately Lizzy stiffened.

      ‘Yes,’ he answered. He spoke in a very matter of fact way. ‘You can call me Tio Rico. That means Uncle Rico. My brother was your father. But he died. It was in the car crash with your mother.’

      Ben nodded. ‘I was still growing in her tummy. Then I came out, and she died.’

      The Prince’s eyes were carefully watching his nephew. Lizzy could see as she held her breath.

      Please, please don’t say anything about the royalty stuff. Please.

      There was no point Ben knowing. None at all. It wouldn’t make sense to him, wouldn’t mean anything. One day, when he was much older, she would have to tell him, but till then it was an irrelevance.

      Then, to her relief, Ben himself changed the subject.

      ‘We’ve finished the tower,’ he announced. ‘What shall we make next?’

      He seemed to take it for granted his helper would stick around.

      But the Prince got to his feet.

      ‘I’m sorry, Ben. I don’t have time. I have to leave very soon, and first I must talk with your aunt.’

      He flicked his gaze across to the figure sitting tensely in the armchair. She got to her feet jerkily. Rico found himself regarding her without pleasure.

      How could any female look so dire? No figure, no face, and hair like a bush. His eyes flicked away again, and he did not see her face mottle with colour.

      ‘Please come this way,’ he said, as he headed towards the door.

      He went through into a room that was evidently a library, courteously holding the door open for the aunt, who walked hurriedly past him. He took up a position in front of the fireplace. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

      ‘You had better sit down.’

      His voice was cool and remote. Very formal.

      Lizzy tensed even more. The ease of manner he’d displayed towards Ben had disappeared completely.

      What did he want to talk to her about? Hopefully it would be to tell her how long she and Ben had to stay here. She hoped it would not be long. This was so unsettling for Ben. She wanted to get him home again. Back to normal. Back to the cottage, where she could try to forget all about who Ben’s father had been.

      She took a seat on the long leather sofa facing the fire about ten feet away. The Prince went on standing. He seemed very tall. Lizzy wished she had remained standing too.

      He started to speak.

      ‘I hope you have begun to come to terms with what has transpired. This has been a considerable shock; I acknowledge that.’

      ‘I still can’t really believe it,’ Lizzy heard herself say, giving voice to her thoughts. ‘It just seems so impossible. How on earth did Maria get to meet a prince?’

      Prince Enrico arched an eyebrow. ‘Not as impossible as you might think. Your sister’s career as a model would have taken her into the social circles frequented by my brother.’

      She could read his expression quite clearly. Maria’s life had been a world away from her own.

      ‘However, now that you are aware of the situation, clearly you will appreciate that the first priority must be Ben’s wellbeing.’

      Lizzy’s expression tightened. Did he think she didn’t know that?

      ‘How long are we going to have stay here?’

      The question blurted from her.

      There was a pause before the Prince answered her. Lizzy didn’t care if she’d offended him, or annoyed him by asking a question of him like that. Simply being in the same room with him was just too embarrassing for her to want anything but to minimise the time she had to endure it. Besides, she didn’t want to leave Ben on his own any longer than she had to.

      ‘It is expected that the news story will break any day,’ Prince Enrico informed her tersely. ‘I doubt that it can be put off any longer. As for how long the story will run—’ He took a sharp intake of breath. ‘That depends on how much the press are fed.’

      Lizzy’s eyes sparked. Was that some kind of sly remark about whether she would talk to any journalists when she got back home again?

      But the Prince was speaking still.

      ‘The press feed off each other, each trying to outdo the other, rehashing each other’s stories, then seeking to add their own exclusive “revelation” to milk the story as much as they can, for as long as they can. It’s cheap copy.’

      There was a bitter note in his voice she would have had to be deaf not to hear. It was obvious he was speaking from experience. For a moment she felt a tinge of sympathy for him, then she pushed it aside. Prince Rico of San Lucenzo had not had his playboy lifestyle forced upon him, and if he didn’t like being hounded by the press he shouldn’t live the way he did. But Ben was innocent, a small child.

      She could feel her fiercely protective maternal instincts take over. Ben was not responsible for his parentage. So Prince Paolo of San Lucenzo had taken a shine to Maria, had an affair with her, and got her pregnant—well, that was not Ben’s fault.

      ‘How long will we have to stay here?’ she urged again.

      ‘As long as is necessary. I can say no more than that.’ His expression changed. ‘I am returning to San Lucenzo this morning. I must report on the situation to my father. You and my nephew will stay here. You will be well looked after, naturally, but you will not be allowed to leave the house and gardens.’

      Lizzy frowned. ‘You don’t imagine I want to run into any journalists, do you?’

      ‘Nevertheless.’ There was a note of implacability in the Prince’s voice.

      Lizzy looked at him. Did the Ceraldis think that she wanted this nightmare to be true? Did they really think she would do anything to make what was already a horrible situation worse by talking to the press?

      Well, it didn’t matter what Prince Rico or any of the Ceraldi family thought about her intentions. Right now she was in no position to do anything other than accept that she and Ben could not be at home, and she might as well be relieved—if not actually grateful—that the Ceraldis had moved so swiftly to get her and Ben away.

      ‘However—’ The Prince had started speaking again, addressing her in that same terse, impersonal tone, but he broke off abruptly. ‘Si?’

      His head swivelled to the door, which had opened silently. A man stood there, quite young, but tough and muscularlooking, despite his sober dark suit. He looked like a bodyguard, Lizzy realised. He said something in low, rapid Italian,