Princess from the Shadows Maisey Yates (12 page)

“Like Sherbie and Sherbet!” he said, running up to the front of their Plexiglas enclosure.

“Yes, darling,” she said, laughing at his enthusiasm.

“I’ve never been to the zoo before,” Rodriguez said, his eyes trained on the owls.

“Never? How is that …?”

He shrugged. “We didn’t do things like this when I was a boy. And when I was older. I was more interested in women than owls.”

“I see.” She watched the back of Luca’s head, seeing the sun shine on his glossy, dark hair. She suddenly wanted to pull him to her. To hold him close.

She looked at the man standing next to her. She wanted to hold him too. He should have been taken to the zoo.

“Well, we’re here now,” she said, moving closer to him, but not touching him.

“There’s a woman here too. A beautiful one. So clearly I didn’t know what I was talking about,” he said, offering her one of his lady-slaying grins. It was the first concession he’d made to any kind of attraction all day. It also rang a bit false.

Not because she doubted his attraction, not possible after last night, but because the easy flirty thing wasn’t as easy and flirty today as it was sometimes. Or maybe it really never was that easy and she just knew him better now.

“I like those owls!” Luca said, turning and treating them both to a big smile.

Rodriguez let out a short laugh at that and it made a warm spot start in Carlotta’s heart and spread outward. That wasn’t a sexual feeling either. It was decidedly fuzzy, and directed at Rodriguez. That wasn’t good.

She cleared her throat. “Ready to go see something else, Luca?”

Luca frowned. “The lions, I guess.”

“You guess?” she asked.

He took a deep breath, his small shoulders rising dramatically. “I’m ready.” He looked up at Rodriguez and stuck out his hand.

Rodriguez looked down at the small, outstretched hand and he felt something akin to panic well up in him. He swallowed hard, and looked into earnest green eyes, then up into Carlotta’s matching green eyes. And he couldn’t hurt either of them by denying Luca’s nonverbal request.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around Luca’s tiny fingers. He felt small. Fragile. And it reminded him, so vividly, what it was like to be that size. So powerless. And yet, for the first time, it also made him understand what it was to truly want to protect someone.

“Do you have the map, Carlotta?” he asked, his throat tight.

“Yes. For lions, we keep going straight.”

“All right then.” He tightened his grip on Luca’s hand and walked down the cobblestone trail, Luca’s legs having to take two steps to his one. He slowed down to try and match the boy’s pace and Carlotta moved next to Luca, taking his other hand in hers.

It was a scene of domesticity he’d never quite imagined being a part of. Not as a child, not as. whatever he was to Luca. A stepfather, or at least future stepfather. Strange to think of himself that way. Strange to have Luca cling to him as though Rodriguez was going to offer him protection.

He looked over Luca’s head at Carlotta. She could have made Luca the sort of child who didn’t trust people. She had ample reason to. But it was clear that Luca simply accepted that anyone his mother deemed all right was trustworthy.

Already, Luca accepted that he was safe with him and that was. It was humbling in a way he had not anticipated. And still created that bit of panic in him.

“There they are,” he said, pointing to the enclosure. There were four lions lounging by the tall fence, and he felt Luca shrink by his side, his little body tense. “We can go if you like,” he said. “We don’t have to stay.” Because more than anything, he didn’t want to lose Luca’s trust.

When he thought of what his own father would have done in this situation, it made his entire body want to recoil. “I’ll look at them,” Luca said, his grip tightening on Rodriguez’s hand. He stood stiff next to Rodriguez, his eyes fixed on the lions.

“They aren’t bad, Luca. See?” he said.

The large golden creatures were lethargic in the midday heat, stretched out by the fence, ears twitching. They didn’t seem to notice, or care, that they were being watched.

Gradually, Luca relaxed, but he never released his hold on Rodriguez. “We can go now,” Luca said.

Rodriguez laughed and looked at Carlotta. “I’m sure that’s fine.”

The smile Carlotta gave him was something new too. There was trust there. A different kind than the kind she’d shown him last night. Something that seemed even bigger.

“Lead the way, Luca,” Carlotta said, still holding her son’s hand.

Luca didn’t release his hold on Rodriguez, so he continued on with them, letting Luca cling to him like he was a lifeline, and wondering what the little boy would think if he knew what kind of man Rodriguez really was.

“He’s completely exhausted,” Carlotta said, closing the door to the bedroom she’d installed Luca in. He had been placed, strategically, on the opposite end of the penthouse to this room, and the room Carlotta had installed herself in.

Angelina’s room was next to Luca’s, and she was ready to take care of him during the night. He hoped that would entice Carlotta to come to his bed. And stay in it all night.

Angelina had spent the day in Barcelona and had returned late, arms full of shopping bags, ready to stay at the penthouse with Luca, so he could take Carlotta out for the evening.

“I’m not surprised he’s tired. I can’t even guess how much ground we covered today.”

“We kept having to run back and see the lions,” she said, a smile curving her full lips. He hadn’t touched her all day, hadn’t thought he should with Luca there. Now he was aching with the need to pull her into his arms.

To feel her soft, naked body against his.

She’d made him wait two weeks after the explosive kiss in the hall to finally satisfy his desire for her. He’d never waited for a woman before. They’d been interchangeable. Carlotta was not. Carlotta felt necessary.

And after having her once, he only needed her more.

Rodriguez forced a laugh through his constricted throat. “Here’s hoping we don’t have a nightmare relapse as a result.”

“I doubt it. He’ll be sleeping too soundly. I love the penthouse, by the way,” she said, indicating the glossy, wide-open space around them.

“Thank you. I haven’t had a chance to come here in a while. But I moved to Barcelona when I was seventeen. Not here. This is new.”

“Gorgeous,” she said, walking over to one of the large picture windows and looking out at the city below, lit up and in motion.

“Would you like to go out?” he asked.

“What else haven’t you done, Rodriguez?”

He crossed from where he was standing and took her hand in his, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I haven’t done that yet today. It’s a shame.”

She let out a long breath. “It really is a shame. I’m glad you’ve rectified it.”

“Me too.”

“What else haven’t you done? No zoo. Anything else?”

She was so sincere, so sweet. He could sense a caring behind her question that he wasn’t certain he’d ever experienced before. It made him uncomfortable. To have her caring for him. Feeling for him.

He moved near her, touching her face, trying to shift the focus back to the physical. “What about you, Carlotta Santina? What haven’t you done?”

Her green eyes glittered in the dim light, nothing shy or restrained in her expression. “There are quite a few things I’ve never done. I’ve never just wandered around a city. Never just done something for the pure enjoyment of it. Without a real goal beyond simply living.”

“I haven’t either. Maybe we could share a first?”

“I like that idea very much.”

The night air was warm and heavy, the streets of the city teeming with activity. Nightlife in the city was amazing, and Rodriguez had more than taken advantage of his share of it in the past. But this was different. Innocent in a way, and yet, nothing with Carlotta could truly be innocent. Not when his thoughts drifted to the sex every time he looked at her gorgeous curves.

He’d walked through Las Ramblas during the day, but he’d never lingered on the street at night. He was too busy hitting clubs and picking up women back in his college days to do anything as mundane as visiting an open-air market, or enjoying watching street performers.

Nothing about it seemed mundane tonight. Not with Carlotta, wide-eyed and grinning at his side. They blended in here, not royal, not anything but one of the crowd of hundreds milling around in the wide-open boulevard.

Music from the surrounding restaurants and clubs bled out onto the street, mixing, but not blending, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.

“This is amazing,” Carlotta said. “A definite first for me.”

“Me too.”

She leaned into him, her hand slipping easily into his, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, the action natural, casual in a way he’d never been with a woman before. But he found he liked it. Liked it a lot.

“Oh, Rodriguez, let’s go look at the dancer!”

She tugged on his hand and led him through the crowd toward the sound of a guitar rising above the thumping techno music echoing from the clubs.

There was a woman, standing in a clear spot on the cobblestones, a man to her left playing the guitar. She was dancing, high heels stomping hard on the ground, her red dress flaring up to the top of her thighs.

“She’s beautiful,” Carlotta said, a wistful note in her voice.

“Not more beautiful than you are.” It was the truth, and it was usually what a woman wanted to hear when she said something like that.

“No she’s … it’s different. She’s so … free. Everything is so … open and out there. Her passion for life.”

“I have tasted your passion, Carlotta.” He leaned in and kissed her temple. “You are like living fire in my arms. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

She looked at him, her eyes bright. “I can’t. You take my control from me.”

“It’s mutual.”

“I’m glad.”

“Passion is beautiful,” he said, looking at the dancer again. “Your passion is beautiful.” He turned his attention back to Carlotta. “It is a shame you were ever made to feel differently.”

She smiled at him and he felt it down deep, like a punch in the gut. “I’m learning to see things a bit differently.”

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. Her smile. He felt strange now. Lighter and heavier at the same time. He wasn’t sure how she accomplished things like that. “Do you want dinner?”

“Dinner would be lovely.”

He ordered them both beer and tapas and set the baskets on an outdoor table. They were surrounded by street performers dressed as trees, every so often a tree would bend in a different direction. It made everything seem surreal. Not quite of the world he knew. It fit nicely with the things Carlotta was making him feel. “Very good,” she said, taking a bite of salted cod.

“What do you think of your first real out-on-the-town experience?”

“Amazing. And what did you think of your first trip to the zoo?”

“I enjoyed it. Even more because of how Luca seemed to get so much out of everything. Especially the lions.”

“He’s had nightmares about them on and off, don’t ask me why, because I’m not really sure. I don’t think I ever could have talked him into seeing them in person.”

“You think I did?”

“He’s different around you. He seems … confident. It’s cute.”

“I was trying to think what my father might have done if I was afraid of lions,” Rodriguez said, not sure why he’d spoken the words out loud. He cleared his throat. “He wouldn’t have thrown me in the cage, obviously, since I’m the heir. But. he believed in making me a man.”

Carlotta frowned, her well-groomed brows pulled together. “He wouldn’t have scared you….”

“Sure he would have. If he thought it would make me into the kind of man who could lead Santa Christobel as he sees fit. As it is, I’m sure he will be disappointed. Well, no, he won’t. Because he won’t be alive to see it,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. Dismissive.

Carlotta studied his face, her heart feeling too large for her chest. After last night she couldn’t deny feeling nothing for him. It wasn’t just the sex, it was everything. The fact that he’d listened. The fact that she’d even wanted to tell him.

Then today, with Luca. She was right, Luca did scare him, even if she didn’t fully understand why. But the way he was with him, the way he tried, that touched her. He might be a natural charmer with women, but he wasn’t with children.

Even so, that panic, the way he talked about his father, it all made her feel slightly sick. She didn’t really want to ask more. And yet she felt like she had to. Because. she’d told him everything. She wanted to know who he was.

“You seem to know about everything fun in Barcelona. Tell me about it,” she said, deciding it was probably a neutral enough topic.

“About what?”

“You. Your penthouse. Why you moved here when you were seventeen.”

“Teenagers always want to get away, right?”