Free Pregnant with the Prince's Child by Raye Morgan Page A

told her about being adopted, she could see why the two of them were so different. Brothers in nurture, not in nature. But was Mykal really royal? Yikes.
    “Your brother is back,” she told Mykal as she pushed open the door and made her way into the room. “Do you trust him?”
    His eyes widened in surprise. “Kylos? Why, did he make a pass at you?”
    “I can handle passes from men like Kylos,” she said scornfully as she set up his eating situation. “What I want to know is, do you have reason to suspect him of ulterior motives?”
    He shook his head, not sure what she was getting at. “For what?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. He just seems a little devious.”
    “Devious.” He grinned and picked up a fork. “Kylos always has ulterior motives. And he’s very often devious. So you’re right on both counts. Watch your step around him.” And he began to eat the omelet. Very quickly, his time was taken up by sounds of epicurean pleasure.
    She watched him for a moment, glad he seemed to enjoy the food. But she was worried about Kylos. She didn’t trust him. Still, she really didn’t have any evidence of anything substantive, did she? If she tried to tell him her intelligence work training had developed antennae that had always proven uncannily accurate, he would begin asking questions she didn’t want to answer.
    “So do you have anything you can pin on him right now?” Mykal asked her.
    “No,” she said at last. “If feelings don’t count, I’ve got nothing.”
    “Feelings, huh?” He pushed away his half-eaten meal and hummed a few bars of a song, looking off into the distance as though trying to remember something.
    She felt herself flushing. She remembered it all only too well. She remembered what a great tenor voice he had and how he loved to sing. He’d sung love songs to her. He’d sung comic songs to make her laugh. All at once, she was dying to hear that beautiful voice again, hear it in full voice. She turned her face away so he wouldn’t see that her eyes were misting over.
    He began to drift off to sleep. This time he didn’t seem to need her hand to hold. She assumed that meant whatever he was taking that made him artificially drowsy had mostly worn off.
    She’d pulled a comforter out of the closet and she used it now, curling up on the little couch again after turning down the lights. Just as she was falling asleep, she heard a sound and looked up quickly, just catching a glimpse of Kylos in the doorway before he disappeared. That startled her, but she was too tired to worry about it.
    “Tomorrow,” she promised herself. “Tomorrow I’ll have it out with him.” And her eyes closed two seconds later.
    Mykal was on his own, walking in the garden. He felt as if he’d escaped from some sort of tender trap, a silken-threads sort of imprisonment, where they tortured you with kindness. He’d slipped out at dawn without waking Janis, found his father’s old walking stick in the hall closet and now he was free.
    Not that he was going anywhere. In fact, now that the adrenaline of sneaking out had died down, he was beginning to feel the pain again. Also the weakness. Not to mention the cold wind. He wouldn’t be able to go much farther. He stopped beside what had once been his favorite pond. It was empty now and he lowered himself carefully to sit on the bench that sat close by. He felt sad to see the bare concrete form without water, and without the colorful koi that had splashed about here when he’d been younger. He frowned, wondering why Kylos was letting the place go this way. He would have to speak to him about it.
    But right now, he didn’t want to dwell on that. He’d come out here to try and get his head straight. He had to think and decide what he wanted to do with his life, before others made that decision for him. The way things were going, it looked like he just might be the lost prince. Wow. Wonderful. What was that going to do for him? He took a deep breath and