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  ‘You know, I’m sure I can fix this.’ Stefanos’s words tugged her attention straight back to him. ‘Zoe, if you and Elsa trust me…I think all this needs is some antiseptic cream, a couple of Steri-Strips to tug it together-see, it’s at the end of the graft so we can attach the strips to good skin on either side and tug it together. Then we can pop one of these waterproof dressings over the whole thing and you could even go swimming this morning. Which, seeing I brought my bathers, is probably a good thing.’ He grinned.

  And Elsa thought, I’m in trouble here. I’m in serious trouble.

  But they were moving on. Stefanos rose and washed his hands with the thoroughness of a surgeon. Then he lifted Zoe carefully-being mindful of where her scars were without Zoe noticing he was mindful, Elsa thought. He sat her on the kitchen table and proceeded to do his stuff.

  He was skilled. She just had to see those fingers gently probing. She just had to listen to him chat to Zoe, distracting her as he worked. He was so careful, so precise, and she thought of all the doctors who’d treated Zoe over the past four years and she thought this man was a blessing.

  This man wanted to take Zoe away.

  This man was Zoe’s cousin-a prince.

  This man was a doctor, with all the skills needed to take care of her.

  She was a marine biologist with nothing.

  He was applying the waterproof dressing now and he glanced over his shoulder to say something to her. And he saw her expression. She’d tried to get it under control but he could see-she knew he could see.

  ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of, Elsa,’ he said gently and she thought, You don’t know the half of it. Nothing to be afraid of? When he was threatening to turn her world around?

  ‘I…You came here to talk,’ she said, and it was really hard to get her words out.

  ‘I came here to swim,’ he said. ‘Are there any other problems to sort before we swim? Nothing I can treat? Ingrown toenails? Snakebite? Measles?’

  Zoe giggled again and wriggled down from the table. She was totally at ease now, completely relaxed in his company.

  He couldn’t take her away, she thought frantically. Zoe would always want her. Wouldn’t she?

  There’s nothing to be afraid of, she told herself, but she knew she was lying.

  There was everything to be afraid of. Everything she held dear.

  But for now…it seemed they were going for a swim.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  T HE swim was glorious, fun and deeply scary.

  Glorious in that the weather gods had decided this was another day out of the box-brilliant sunshine but not too hot, the water cool enough to refresh but not so cold they couldn’t stay in for as long they wanted, turquoise-clear so they could see everything on the bottom.

  Fun because Stefanos made it fun. He twisted and turned under the water, teaching Zoe new tricks, tickling her toes on the sandy bottom, making her play as a child should play. As Zoe had been unable to play.

  She’d been isolated for so long. She should be with other children, but there were so many complications. Twice Elsa had tried to send her to school but each time she’d ended up with a major infection and back in hospital.

  So if it couldn’t be a bunch of kids whooping and hollering around her, Stefanos was definitely next best. He was a fabulous swimmer and he knew how to make Zoe laugh.

  Of course he was and of course he did, Elsa thought, with what she recognised as dumb and irrational resentment. She loved that Zoe was falling for Stefanos’s charm, but she was also fearful of it.

  She was fearful of falling for Stefanos’s charm herself.

  Because he was…gorgeous. She’d seen him yesterday in full royal regalia and thought he was gorgeous then. She’d seen him this morning in his jeans and T-shirt and thought he was just plain yummy. Now, clad only in his board shorts, she could hardly keep her eyes off him. Lean and tanned, every muscle delineated…

  He was a doctor, for heaven’s sake. He must spend his life indoors. Where had he got those muscles?

  He was scaring her. Not only because of what he’d suggested yesterday-that he take Zoe away. Not only because of his effect on Zoe. But because of his effect on her.

  Mathew had been dead for four years now. Her friends told her it was time to move on.

  She’d never had the slightest urge to move on, until right now. And now…what her body was telling her, what her hormones were telling her, felt like a betrayal.

  ‘Mathew, Mathew, Mathew,’ she murmured over and over, and because Zoe was perfectly safe with her big cousin, because Stefanos’s sole desire seemed to be to make the little girl laugh, she left them to it, stroking strongly out across the entrance to the cove.

  She put her head down and swam as she never swam, for it wasn’t safe to do this when no one was here to watch Zoe. She’d always gloried in swimming. It was her quiet time. Her time of peace. She was swimming now, hoping her head could settle, so her jumbled thoughts could somehow untangle, so she could find the strength to stand up to this unknown prince and his terrifying charm.

  She lost track of time. She swam and swam and finally when she raised her head she realised Zoe and Stefanos were out of the water, standing on the beach and watching her.

  And that felt strange too. That this man was watching her…

  She caught a wave back to the beach, surfing in with the agility she’d always gloried in. The sea had always been her escape. It could be again, she thought. If the worst happened. If he took Zoe away…

  They strolled down the beach to meet her. Her wave washed her into the shallows, she wiped her eyes and looked up to find Stefanos standing above her, smiling, holding out his hand to tug her up.

  She nearly didn’t take it, she was so disconcerted. But that’d be petty. Zoe was standing beside him, beaming, waiting for her to stand.

  She took his hand, he tugged her up and she came up too fast.

  She stumbled and he steadied her. Which was a tiny gesture-Prince steadies Elsa-and why the feel of his hands on her waist should have the power to totally disconcert her she didn’t know.

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ he said and she was disconcerted all over again.

  ‘Do you…’ She fought for breath and took a while finding it. ‘Do you mind?’

  ‘I’m only speaking the truth.’

  ‘Right,’ she said and headed up the beach fast. She grabbed her towel and disappeared underneath. At least here she could get her face under control.

  Beautiful?

  Matty had thought she was beautiful. Until then no one. After him no one.

  She wasn’t even wearing a bathing suit. Neither she nor Zoe did. They both wore shorts and T-shirts. It’d be unfair for her to wear pretty bathers when Zoe had to wear scar-covering clothes. And she had scars herself-nothing like Zoe’s, but bad enough.

  And besides, she thought grimly, she was mousy. She’d always been mousy and she always would be mousy. Mathew had thought she was beautiful because he’d fallen in love with her mind. He’d been academically brilliant and he’d loved that she could keep up with him. Her intelligence was a turn on.

  But her body? Not so much that he’d ever said. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder and in Mathew’s eyes she was his brilliant wife.

  Matty.

  Dammit, why wasn’t he here? And…why was he starting to fade? It was terrifying that when she thought of him now the image that came straight to mind was the photograph on the mantel. Photographs were becoming the reality, and reality moved on, whether she willed it or not.

  All this she thought under her towel. All this she thought while she rubbed her hair dry.

  ‘Zoe and I think your hair will dry faster in the sun.’

  His voice made her jump. They’d followed her up the beach!

  You’re not being paranoid? she demanded of herself, and she knew that she was.

  ‘It’s lunch time,’ Zoe said, puzzled. ‘You never take this long to dry your hair.’

 
; And I never have a Prince of the Blood waiting to see when I’ll come out from my towel, she thought, but what the heck, there was no choice.

  She emerged. She wrapped her towel around her hair and she checked on Zoe. Another surprise. She was wrapped sarong-style in her towel.

  ‘You’re dry.’

  ‘Stefanos dried me,’ she said. ‘And he was really careful of my scars.’

  Once again, a jolt. Here was another adult with the responsibility and skills to help her look after this injured child.

  If he lived down the road she’d welcome him with open arms.

  He lived on the Diamond Isles. Khryseis. A world away from her world.

  ‘Lunch,’ he said, smiling at her, and there was a trace of sympathy in his smile that said he understood her turmoil. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop it, but he understood.

  How could you understand? she thought. You’re not having her. You’re not!

  What had he said? There’s nothing to be afraid of.

  Did she believe him?

  No way.

  Lunch was the same as yesterday, only Zoe ate more without being prodded. Then Stefanos disappeared to his car and returned with a box.

  Cherries! She’d seen them in the shops last week. They’d been twenty dollars a small box, and they’d still been hard, not fully ripened. These were almost the size of golf balls, deep burgundy, shining and luscious.

  Stefanos was looking smug-deeply pleased with the fact that her jaw and Zoe’s jaw had dropped to somewhere round their ankles. ‘The concierge at my hotel knows someone who flies up here from wherever cherries grow,’ he told them. ‘They’re hot off the plane.’

  Twenty dollars wouldn’t pay for transport from the airport, Elsa thought. How much had these cost?

  ‘They’re not to be wasted,’ he said severely, and Zoe needed no further prodding. She popped one into her mouth really fast.

  ‘They’re not just for eating,’ he told her, lifting two pairs of cherries, each pair joined at the stem, and looping them over Zoe’s ears. ‘Cherry earrings are my favourite accessory.’

  ‘You wear them too,’ Zoe said, and he promptly did.

  A prince was sitting at her kitchen table wearing cherry earrings.

  Her foundations were getting shaky.

  ‘Have a cherry,’ he said kindly. ‘They go off fast, I hear.’

  ‘Not in range of us, they don’t,’ she said and ate a cherry and then another. And then…why not?…another.

  ‘I’m up to nine already,’ Zoe crowed. Zoe was showered and shiny clean, her face was flushed with pleasure and she was popping cherries in with an enjoyment Elsa had never seen. For four long years, for operation after operation, this little girl had been cheated of her childhood. And now…Stefanos had arrived and joy was flooding in.

  Without warning, tendrils of fear wound their way round her heart yet again. But this time it was different. It wasn’t just the fear of Zoe being taken away. It was stronger. Maybe Stefanos could give Zoe a better life than she could. If he cared for his little cousin and loved her and made her laugh…What right did she have to stand in his way?

  ‘You’re not eating,’ he said gently and draped cherry earrings on her as well. ‘There. We’re the cherry family-Mama Cherry, Papa Cherry, Baby Cherry.’

  She smiled and ate another cherry but there were icicles forming inside. She’d only ever wanted what was best for Zoe. If this was what was best…

  ‘Let me show you what else I have in my car,’ he said, watching her face. He could see her terror, she thought. This man saw things she didn’t want to reveal to anyone.

  Maybe it was the man himself who terrified her the most.

  ‘Presents?’ Zoe said hopefully and he grinned.

  ‘Exactly,’ he said. ‘Coming right up.’

  ‘This is exciting,’ Zoe said.

  ‘It is.’ She was desperately trying to match Zoe’s pleasure. Outwardly succeeding. Inwardly failing.

  And then he was back, carrying suitcases, one soft blue leather, the other pink.

  Suitcases. A wave of nausea swept over her so strongly that she rose and made a move towards the bathroom.

  Stefanos dumped the suitcases and stopped her.

  ‘Elsa, no,’ he said softly. ‘I told you before, you have nothing to be afraid of.’

  ‘You’re taking Zoe away.’ She hadn’t meant to say it. To say it in front of Zoe was unforgivable, but her terror was too raw, too real for her to disguise it.

  ‘I do need to take Zoe to Khryseis,’ he said, still in that gentle, reassuring tone that must surely be a learned bedside manner. Yes, we are going to elongate your ears and swap your legs for your arms, but trust me, I’m a doctor.

  ‘Trust me,’ he said now, as Zoe rose, her panic matching Elsa’s. ‘I want to take you both to the Diamond Isles. Zoe is the Crown Princess of Khryseis. Khryseis needs Zoe, and Zoe needs you. So I need you both. Thus I’m asking if you’ll both come home with me.’

  It was important-really important-to get her expression right. Zoe was staring at her and she’d seen terror. Stefanos was Zoe’s cousin. This was Zoe’s life, not hers. She had to get fear off her face and show courage.

  ‘You…you scared me,’ she managed at last, and to her relief her voice came out calm. ‘I saw the suitcase and I thought you might be wanting Zoe to go away today. She doesn’t even have a passport.’

  ‘It will take a few days to get the documentation through.’ His gaze was holding hers. ‘Zoe, I think I frightened Elsa,’ he said, rueful. ‘How can we stop her being scared?’

  You could go away, Elsa thought, but she knew Zoe wouldn’t say that. Zoe was entranced with her big new cousin, and why shouldn’t she be?

  Stefanos was a prince, Zoe was a princess, and he’d pulled Zoe onside simply by acting as if the two of them needed to reassure her. Prince and princess together.

  ‘Hey, Elsa, it’s okay,’ he said and reached to take her hand. His hold was strong and firm and…reassuring? How could touch be reassuring? How could his touch warm her when she was so cold she was beginning to shake?

  She should pull away.

  She couldn’t.

  ‘Does Khryseis have a beach?’ Zoe asked, and Elsa knew right then that this was a done deal. ‘Elsa likes beaches,’ the little girl told her cousin. ‘We looked at Khryseis on the computer and Elsa said she bet there were more fish than we could count. And more starfish.’

  ‘Starfish?’ he said, bemused, and his hand was still holding hers. She should pull it away, but how could she? How could she find strength to pull from such a touch?

  ‘The real name for starfish is echinoderms, or asteroidea,’ Zoe was saying importantly. ‘They have two stomachs. They use one stomach to digest food while the other stomach turns inside out to pull its food in. But the really cool thing is that if they lose an arm they can grow another one. If I was a starfish I could grow another finger. And if you find just one leg of a starfish still joined to just a little bit of its body, a whole new starfish can grow. How cool is that?’

  ‘Really cool,’ he said, sounding stunned.

  ‘It’s what me and Elsa are working on,’ she told him, sounding about twenty years older than her eight years. ‘And the Internet says Khryseis has some really weird starfish.’ She turned to Elsa, her eyes shining with small girl excitement. ‘Elsa, can we go?’

  No, she wanted to scream. No!

  Instead she took a deep breath. She tried a tug on her hand but it wasn’t released.

  ‘Sweetheart, maybe we could work things out so you could go,’ she whispered. ‘I need to work.’

  Zoe’s face fell. ‘I can’t go without you,’ she said, her bottom lip wobbling. ‘I’d be scared.’

  So would I, Elsa thought, but once again she held her tongue.

  ‘I need you both to come,’ Stefanos said. He was watching the two of them, focusing as much on Elsa as he was on Zoe. The pressure on her hand remained. Was he trying to warn her? she wond
ered. It didn’t feel like that. It simply felt as if he was feeding her…strength. It was a crazy concept but it seemed the only one that would fit.

  ‘That’s why I’ve brought two suitcases,’ he told them. Finally he released her hand. He’d set the suitcases on the floor and he flipped one open.

  From the top he lifted a shiny new laptop computer. She’d seen these advertised. They were worth…a tenth of Zoe’s next operation?

  ‘This is for you,’ he told her, setting it on the table. ‘Whether you decide to come or not. You work from home. Why can’t that home be on Khryseis?’

  Because…

  There was no because. She couldn’t think of one, apart from the fact that the thought left her terrified.

  She glanced at the mantel. Mathew’s face smiled at her. Steadied her.

  There must be a because.

  Because my husband is buried here? Because this is where my grief is?

  That wasn’t a good because.

  Because this guy in front of me makes my body react as I don’t believe it’s ever reacted?

  Well, that was something she needed to dismiss. How weak a because was that?

  Because I’d have no control over Zoe’s life? Because people would stare at her scars? Because, as a royal, she’d be on display, and it could well destroy her?

  Here at last were valid reasons, but before she could voice them Stefanos had lifted parcels onto the table.

  ‘These are for you,’ he said softly to Zoe. ‘Because you’re one of the bravest young women I’ve met. Because I know how much your body’s hurt over the last four years, and I know how beautiful you are, inside and out. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you when your parents died but I am now. These are to make you even more beautiful than you already are.’

  Zoe looked uncertainly at Elsa-and then tentatively unwrapped the top parcel.

  It was a pink blouse. It had tiny buttons shaped like butterflies. It had soft puffed sleeves designed to reach Zoe’s elbows. A tiny white mandarin collar was designed so the top buttons could stay open, but the collar itself would stay high. Just high enough to hide the scars.

 

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