Lia felt like squirming beneath her mother’s knowing gaze. Is that what she’d done? Had she thrown Shane’s gift away? But he’d lied to her, she tried to reason.
Hadn’t she protected herself, too, quickly judging him so she could be the first to run when the relationship didn’t work out? This was a man she’d wanted for so long she couldn’t remember a time of not yearning for his touch. Yet at the first sign of rejection, or of seeing him threatening to pull away from her, she’d rushed to pull away first.
She had a lot to think about.
“I’m afraid,” she admitted, not knowing what to do now.
“If you aren’t scared, then you probably don’t have true feelings for him, Lia. You are a passionate girl, and that will carry over into every aspect of your life. Just don’t be so afraid that you pass up a good thing. Nothing truly worth having comes to us easily.”
Lia thought over her mother’s words as the three women had afternoon tea and waited to hear from Rafe. Soon, they would go see Rachel and one worry would be alleviated. Then Lia needed to focus on how she felt about Shane and what she was going to do about their relationship.
The afternoon passed, and still no answers came to Lia. This wasn’t easy — not easy at all. But if it were easy, would she want it? She’d always been up for a challenge, always wanted what she was told she couldn’t have. Was that her problem? Now that Shane wanted her, was she losing interest?
She ruled that out with a definite no.
She could never lose interest in him.
That left her with the challenge of trying to figure out what her next move would be. As of now, she still didn’t know.
CHAPTER TWENTY
RACHEL HAD BEEN a little sad to leave the safe haven of Adriane’s castle on his private island. She’d hated the place at first, felt trapped and left with no choices, but then the castle had grown on her. She’d enjoyed the peacefulness there.
It didn’t make up for the fact that Adriane hadn’t given her any choice but to stay in his country, but she would enjoy showing the island to her children one day when they were old enough to visit.
“What do you think of Corythia?” Adriane asked quietly, then continued speaking before she could answer. “It is quite beautiful. I’m still hopeful you will fall in love with my country and won’t be in a hurry to leave.”
Rachel looked at Adriane across the table and didn’t know what to say. Yes, Corythia was beautiful, and she was enjoying the small café he’d brought her to, their table sitting on an open deck overlooking the ocean. But this wasn’t her home, and it never would be.
Add to that the fact that she was still in shock after learning a few days ago that she was going to have not one but two babies, and in less than six months — she couldn’t seem to process anything at the moment. Even Adriane’s words were taking longer to filter through her head.
Still strongly against the idea of marrying a man for the sake of children, she was confused beyond that point. Should she try to get to know Adriane? They were both going to be parents whether they were ready or not.
If she left Corythia now, she would know virtually nothing about him. Yes, he’d been wrong in taking her from her home, but he hadn’t done so out of malice; he’d acted out of loyalty to the child — or children — she carried in her womb.
If he’d been monstrous toward her, then she’d have her answer. But he hadn’t been. He’d pushed her, and tried demanding marriage and talking her into ha**ng s*x again, but he hadn’t actually forced her to do anything besides stay in his castle.
It was time to get to know him. That wouldn’t happen if she were focused only on escape.
“I’m not going to marry you, Adriane, but I have decided to spend one month with you — not in a sexual way,” she hastened to add when he began to smile. “I believe it’s important for me to know the father of my children. When the time comes, I will be leaving, though, either with your blessing or under fire from your guards. I will not be held against my will any longer.”
Rachel didn’t take her eyes from Adriane; she wanted to watch his reaction. She was hoping she would be able to trust him at some point. There was no way she’d allow her children to spend time with him if she feared she wouldn’t get them back.
“I can agree to a month,” he said, and from the expression on his face, she had no idea whether he was speaking the truth or not.
Only time would tell.
“So you will stop with all this insistence on marriage?” she asked, needing his promise.
Adriane grimaced, but he didn’t turn away from her.
“I will stop speaking of it,” he said.
That wasn’t a good enough answer.
“Look, Adriane, on the jet you said you would back off on the marriage thing, but you haven’t honored that promise. If you want me to trust you, then you have to give me a reason to do so. You have to keep your word.”
She looked him dead in the eyes as she spoke, letting him know she was serious and wasn’t going to back down.
After a long pause, he nodded. It wasn’t agreement, but it was the best he was going to give her right now. Because she didn’t want to fight, she decided to let this one thing go. The next time he brought the subject of marriage up, she’d light into him.
She enjoyed their meal, and they spoke about safe topics through the main course. For the first time since the two of them had met again after Florida, they’d agreed to a cease-fire, and Rachel felt a smidgeon of hope that the two of them could become friends.
“Did you always know you were going to be king?” she asked as their dessert was placed before them, an elaborate chocolate torte.
“No. My older brother was supposed to take the reins of the kingdom, but he left when we were teenagers. My father was heartbroken. There was never any question that I would step up, though it wasn’t something I wanted.”
“What if you had said no?”
Adriane looked at her with surprise, as if such a concept was completely foreign to him. “That was never going to happen.”
He didn’t elaborate.
“Would the country fall apart? What happens if no one wants to be king?” It was something she’d never really thought about before.
What if Adriane had no more children and the babies she carried didn’t want to ascend to the throne?
“Corythia has always been ruled by the direct descendants of my family line. Each father has passed the crown to the eldest son, unless something happened to that child; then it went down to the next-eldest son. If there is a male heir, which there always has been, then the oldest living son takes the crown. If there were nothing but female heirs, the crown would be passed to the next line of male heirs, such as an uncle or the closest in line of the male cousins. That has never happened here. There has always been a male heir.”