Free Revealed: A Prince and A Pregnancy by Kelly Hunter Page B

her in her role as bridesmaid today. I knew you could do it.’
    ‘Save it, angel,’ he muttered. ‘The night’s still young.’
    ‘I trust you,’ she said and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Get to know her again, Rafe. For your own sake. She’s a remarkable woman.’
    That was what he was afraid of.
    As far as Simone’s extremely well-trained eye could see, everything was unfolding according to plan. The food was magnificent, they had ambrosia for wine, the setting was superb and the execution was flawless. Luc looked relaxed, Gabrielle divine, the guests appeared genuinely happy, and the formalities had been delivered in a mixture of languages and with a great deal of laid-back humour.
    Harrison spoke fluent French, Dutch, German and passable Spanish and would prove a valuable addition to the future social events Simone had already started planning in her head.
    Not your average Australian cattle farmer.
    ‘Stop working,’ said a dark, commanding voice as a tall glass of something that looked miraculously a lot like plain old iced water appeared in front of her. ‘Relax for a moment. I’m getting exhausted just watching you. And here, take this. Inigo said to give it to you.’
    Inigo was a fiend who’d clearly surrendered to the dark side.
    But she took the glass from Rafe’s outstretched hand and positioned him between her and the guests while she slaked her thirst for something without alcohol or bubbles in a most unladylike fashion.
    She looked up on returning the glass to him to find that Rafe’s vivid blue eyes had darkened and his body had grown still.
    ‘I’m wondering which one’s real,’ he murmured. ‘The wanton sensualist or the poised and confident hostess?’
    ‘They both get a run every now and then,’ she said. ‘Which do you prefer?’
    ‘Well, that would depend on where you were. And who you were with.’
    ‘And were I alone with you in some dark secluded corner? Which would you choose then?’
    ‘You know which one I’d choose, princess.’
    ‘Actually, I don’t.’ She ignored the princess tag. For now. ‘When I kissed you the other day you definitely didn’t want wanton. You didn’t want any part of it.’
    He regarded her in brooding silence. ‘I want to thank you for the build-up you gave the Alexander family tonight,’ he said finally. ‘I hardly recognised myself.’
    Simone smiled. She’d embellished a little, but factswere facts. Rafael Alexander was a man to watch, both in business and for the sheer pleasure it afforded people to do so. ‘It might take a while to secure Gabrielle’s position as mistress of Caverness, but she’s made a good start and you and Harrison have helped in no small measure by being charming, successful and socially adept. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that you look like a fallen angel either.’
    He smiled crookedly. ‘Fallen?’
    ‘Definitely. You don’t have good boy written all over you, Rafael, and you know it.’
    ‘Actually, I have “never look back” written all over me,’ he murmured.
    ‘Trust me,’ she said. ‘I hadn’t forgotten.’
    ‘Dance with me,’ he said.
    ‘That would require touching. And you know that’s not a good idea.’
    ‘Do it anyway,’ he murmured. ‘I can be good.’
    She did it anyway, and settled tentatively into his arms. Her body thought it belonged there, but Simone begged to differ. They had an audience she’d been working all night and it wouldn’t do to ruin all her good work now. So they danced the way friendly acquaintances danced, and she avoided Rafe’s gaze and stamped down hard on her desire for more.
    Gabrielle beamed at them. Luc shot Simone a warning glance. Careful, that glance said. Remember what became of this before.
    She hadn’t forgotten. Not the pleasure or the pain.
    For now she concentrated on the little things. The feel of her hand resting lightly in Rafael’s, his hand warm and slightly callused to the touch. His other hand at her back, assured, and taking