Stolen Kiss From a Prince (4 page)

“She’s left the palace?” Shock blocked all thought.

“Yes.” Bernadette confirmed, and with a gentle squeeze she released him. “I hope you will not blame Tessa too much. The last couple of days have been very emotional. Sammy rejected her after she told him of the crash. She tried to help but—”

“Wait.” Julian cut her off. “Are you saying Tessa told Samson his parents were not coming back? I thought Mademoiselle Vicente made the mistake of telling him.”

“Oh no.” Bernadette shook her head, visibly surprised by his assumption. “We were at our wit’s end with Samson when Katrina came on duty. He was inconsolable for hours. She took one look at him, gathered him in her arms and began rocking him. And she talked to him.”

“About Donal and Helene.” Yes, he’d seen a sample of her frankness with the child last night. “He responded to what she told him.”

“He did.” Her admiration for Katrina came through in her earnestness. “He stopped crying to listen to her. And he finally slept for a short time. She did not leave his side until you arrived.”

Her revelation stunned him, sent his mind reeling. Something he experienced rarely. It was unlike him to make assumptions. Then again, the circumstances of the past few days were far from the norm.

The tragedy of the crash had his emotions rising to the surface, yet he was helpless to do anything. Anger at Katrina for the distress she’d caused Samson had given him something to focus on and do something about.

Erroneously, as it turned out.

Not only was his indictment and coldness misplaced, they were an affront to Katrina and the royal house that opened its arms to a hysterical child suddenly thrust upon them. He’d personally witnessed Katrina’s dedication yet discounted it in favor of his preconceived notions.

He cringed inside when he realized he owed her yet another apology.

“...I truly believe it is the best solution,” Bernadette said. Her expression was expectant and Julian realized she’d carried on with the conversation while he’d been examining his conscience.

“I apologize, Bernadette, my mind wandered for a moment. Do you mind repeating your solution? I am most anxious to hear your suggestion. I cannot leave Samson here, but I am far from a nursemaid. Frankly, the thought of changing a nappy is terrifying.”

“Quite a vivid picture.” Her melodic laughter lightened the mood. “But I think you are safe. Sammy is potty trained.”

Finally, something in his favor.

“Plus, no apology is necessary.”

How he wished that were true.

“As I mentioned before, Samson has become attached to Katrina. My suggestion is she accompany you back to Kardana and stay until Tessa is ready to resume her duties or you find a replacement.”

“Oh no.” Horrified at the idea, he summoned a polite smile. “I could not steal off with a member of the royal family. Katrina told me of her mother’s relationship to the Prince.”

“Really?” Bernadette’s fine brown eyebrows lifted in astonishment. “How interesting. Katrina rarely reveals her connection to Jean Claude.” She tapped a finger on the table as she eyed him thoughtfully. “You must have asked her.”

“I did. Why does she keep it to herself? Is it a secret?”

“Heavens no.” Diamonds flashed as the Princess waved a careless hand. “Jean Claude is very fond of his goddaughter. Katrina, dear child, does not care to take advantage of the relationship.”

“Goddaughter.” Just shoot him and put him out of his misery. Katrina conveniently left that little tidbit out when she garnered his promise to forget his slip in protocol last night.

“Yes. Jean Claude went to school with Dom Vicente. They are the best of friends. Katrina has been tripping around the palace since she was tiny.”

“Vicente.” Of course he recognized the name. He should have caught it last night, but the royal name distracted him. “We’ve met several times. I’m surprised I haven’t heard of the relationship.”

“That is at Katrina’s request.” Concern darkened her features. “She prefers not to draw the attention of the press.”

A confession trembled on the tip of his tongue. Only the fact he’d given his word kept him from disclosing his actions.

Well, that and the fact the moment seemed too intimate to share. The few hours holding her were the only solid sleep he’d had in two days. Waking to her mouth on his, her taste and scent surrounding him, drew him into the passionate interlude. Yet her reference to comfort resonated with him.

He’d agreed to forget the incident because she’d been correct. Comfort had led to the embrace. He wouldn’t regret the rest, so how could he condemn them for the kisses?

“She is wonderful with the children,” Bernadette continued. “We would have been happy to have her without a degree in child development, but she insisted on meeting all the qualifications and more. We often have her assigned to the twins. Of course it does not hurt that she is family and has a black belt in karate.”

The more she extolled Katrina’s virtues, the more the muscles tightened across Julian’s shoulders.

“You have made my case, dear Lady. I cannot take away such an important member of your household.”

“Julian—” her eyes shadowed with sadness “—we insist. We want to help. This is one small thing we can do. How is your father?”

He released a deep sigh. Giving his father news of the crash might be the hardest thing Julian had ever done. It was a well-kept secret the King had suffered a stroke a year ago. Mild as the stroke was, it had been a slow road to recovery, with both Donal and Julian taking on more and more of the royal duties as their father tired easily.

His father shrank before his eyes when he learned Donal and Helene were missing and presumed dead. His first thought had been of Samson. He had urged Julian to journey immediately to Pasadonia and return his heir to Kardana.

“I will not lie.” Though he must be ever cognizant of keeping up appearances, “It was a blow. As you can imagine, he is anxious to see Samson.”

“Yes, of course. How is Samson? I have not heard of any complications from his bump on the head.”

He imagined not much happened in the palace she didn’t know about.

“Both he and Mademoiselle Vicente were fine when I checked on them around three. Grumpy but fine.”

Another tinkle of laughter sounded. “For certain it is no fun to be awoken in the middle of the night. Poor Julian. You have had it tough these last few days. What news do you have from France?”

“I’m told the storm is beginning to abate, but less so at the altitude of the projected crash site. The elite team should reach the area soon. They’re hoping to have more to report later this morning.”

“Knowing you wished to leave early, I checked, and the train will be delayed an hour or two while they clear a couple of sections of track. I also checked the travel advisory and many roads and passes are still closed, so the train is still your best choice.”

“That’s disappointing.” The delay chafed at raw nerves.

“Jean Claude ordered our private train car be made ready for the trip. You will be more comfortable. Plus, it will save you from having to deal with the press on the trip. I know it is not what you wanted to hear, but at least the delays will give Katrina time to pack.”

“Pack?” a sleepy voice asked. Julian turned toward the sound to spy Katrina coming toward them. His body stirred at the sight of her mussed red hair and sleep-tousled beauty. “Where am I going?”

*

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Katrina nervously twisted the ring on her right hand as she questioned her Princess’s sanity. They were in the bedroom of her suite. Katrina sat on her bed, fighting for composure as she marshaled arguments against Bernadette’s calm insistence. “The press is all over this story. It is the perfect time for someone to come forward and cause irreparable damage, not only to the house of Carrere but to the Kardanians, as well.”

“It is the perfect opportunity for you to learn you have nothing to fear. We worry about you, Katrina. You cannot hide in the palace forever, my dear.” Bernadette folded a lemon-yellow sweater and placed it in the open suitcase. “Young Samson needs your help. It is obvious he has bonded with you. Of course we remain hopeful, but it is likely the poor child will need a strong advocate in the following days.”

“It is not worth the risk. His family—”

“His family needs you.” Bernadette came to the bed and took Katrina’s hands in her own. “King Lowell is rumored to be in ill health and the queen mother is in her eighties. If Prince Donal has perished in the crash, Julian will be engulfed with running the country. I fear they may lose sight of Sammy in their grief.”

“The staff—” Katrina quickly changed the words at the disappointment in Bernadette’s eyes “—are no substitute for family.”

“No. And it may fall to you to remind them all of that. Though losing a child, a grandchild is terrible, they still have Sammy, and he is reason to persevere. Dear, I know your concern is not just for yourself.”

“I would never do anything to hurt Jean Claude.” Katrina rushed to assure her friend and mentor, the slip of the night before haunting her.

“I know.” Bernadette squeezed her fingers. “He knows. We believe in you. It is time for you to believe in yourself. Now—” Bernadette rose and went back to the wardrobe “—let us finish packing. Julian is not a patient man.”

No, patience did not describe the visiting Prince. Which only made the challenge ahead of Katrina harder. But she dared not argue further. Even she recognized there was a limit to testing a royal’s goodwill.

Even her? Especially her!

She’d never been good at decorum. She’d had too much freedom running wild about the palace as a child. Jean Claude adored his goddaughter, so she was given undo leeway. She learned her lesson three years ago when the misuse of that freedom and a lack of good judgment resulted in hurting those she loved most.

Licking her wounds, she’d retreated to the place she felt safest in the world. The palace. More specifically the palace nursery, where she tried to be a good example of decorum to the next generation.

Her stomach twisted at the possibility of bringing shame to her home once again. No matter what Bernadette said, Katrina knew she’d been a disappointment to Jean Claude, worse to her own father. She stiffened her spine.
Not this time,
she promised them in her heart. She would go with Prince Julian to help Sammy, and she’d mind her manners, follow protocol and be a model of perfect decorum.

If she stuck to the background, there was no reason anyone should notice her.

CHAPTER FOUR

K
ATRINA
GLARED
AT
the broad shoulders of Prince Julian as she hitched Sammy to a more comfortable position on her hip. The man hadn’t spoken two words to her since bidding the Prince and Princess farewell. Julian seemed happy enough to accept the offer of Katrina’s services yet disinclined to look her in the eyes.

To the side and behind the royal party strode armed security officers of both Kardana and Pasadonia. She silently and obediently followed the directions given to her as they boarded the royal train car provided by Jean Claude. Inside, an officer stood guard over them while the rest of the Kardanian security force did a quick scan of the whole car.

She stood quietly, but Julian was obviously antsy.

“Down,” Sammy demanded and wiggled in a bid to get his way.

“Not yet.” She tightened her arms around him, but he was strong and she nearly lost her grip on him.

“I’ll take him.” Julian cautiously lifted the boy into his arms. He met her gaze briefly. “Thank you for your patience and cooperation with the security. I know it can be trying.”

“I am used to it.” She shrugged. “I sometimes travel around town with the twins.” Over the past year she’d ventured out twice.

“It is a pain,” he declared, his opinion punctuated by the tense line of his shoulders.

“A necessary evil for your safety. For Sammy’s safety,” she calmly pointed out. Her closeness to the royal couple and their twins made her happy for the protection that kept them safe. “And because I am with you, for mine.”

“Samson,” he corrected her. “Unfortunately many people do not grasp that notion. Ha.” He gave a harsh laugh, a rueful shake of his head. “This is a change. Usually it is I explaining the need for caution.”

She eyed him, reluctant to be sympathetic when she was annoyed with him for ignoring her. But he had taken Sammy, who still chattered and wiggled in a bid for freedom. And generally she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

“I suppose that can be trying, as well.”

“I’ll tell you, it can be a real damper on a date.” Long-felt aggravation rang through the words.

Her turn to laugh. “Poor baby.”

He froze and looked down his nose at her. “You are impertinent,
mademoiselle.
”

She flushed and looked away. “I am sorry.”

“Your Highness,” Neil, Julian’s head of security, turned to them, “the space is secure.”

“Thank you.” The lift of a dark eyebrow let her know she’d been saved by the announcement. “What is your security plan?”

“A man at both entrances.” The trim, dark-haired man responded. “St. James will be in the computer room, and I’ll be roving. The trip to Lyon is expected to take four hours.”

Julian nodded. “And the weather?”

“There’s been no change. Reports indicate the storm is lessening, but the airport at Lyon is still closed.”

“Keep me apprised if anything changes.”

“Very good, sir.” Neil bowed briefly and moved down the corridor.

Julian turned back to Katrina. “
Mademoiselle,
would you care to give us a tour?”

“My pleasure,” she lied. Just a tiny fib actually. What she’d really like was to take Sammy into one of the guest rooms and sleep. Instead she followed in Neil’s wake down the narrow corridor running along the left side of the train from the back where they boarded.

“The car has three guest rooms.” She opened the first door on the right and showed him a small room with a double bed, the decor a sparse elegance equal to a high-end hotel. The second door revealed a room much like the first, in reverse order with twin beds.

“These two rooms share a bath with a full shower. With your permission, I’ll sleep with Sammy in here.” He nodded. Good. She had the nursery monitor with her, but she preferred to stay close to the child. Unfortunately, it also put her closer to Julian.
Not a problem,
she vowed. It wasn’t as if there was the least likelihood he’d make a move on her.

His appalled reaction to her kiss this morning proved she was safe from him.

“The master suite is the next door down. You have a private attached bath. The entire train car is bulletproof, including all the windows, plus the master bedroom acts as a panic room should the car be breached. I am sure Neil will go over all the specifics with you.”

She waved him ahead, and he stepped into an elegant oasis decorated in cream, tan and bronze. This room included a small seating area and a bar with a mini refrigerator. Next came the lounge with plenty of comfortable seating in dark leather followed by a half bath and the crew’s quarters.

Upstairs, she showed him the domed observation lounge with big-screen TV, the formal dining room, kitchen, tiny computer room and crew’s lounge. As with the guest rooms and lounge below, the furnishings here were tasteful and soothing. Plush silver-gray carpet cushioned every step, soft hunter green velvet covered the couch and chairs, while dark woods, fine crystal and a stunning black marble table added to the richness of the rooms.

“Quite the setup.” Julian let Sammy down in the observation lounge and settled into an armchair. “Much more comfortable than the deluxe sleeper car I traveled in to Pasadonia.”

“Indeed,” Katrina agreed. “Princess Bernadette especially prefers traveling by train when they have the twins with them. There are gates attached to the top and bottom of the staircases.”

Sammy ran to the large curved sofa fitted into the rear point of the train. He clamored up, plopped right in the middle and gave them a wide grin.

She caught her breath and exchanged a hopeful glance with Julian. The smile was the first she’d seen Sammy give.

“You like it, too, little one.” Responding to his joy, she sat next to him, lightly threaded her fingers through his hair. “Or is it the freedom you like? You have been very good today.”

The train began to move, slowly pulling away from the palace yard. At the motion Sammy’s eyes grew large, and he looked up at Katrina for reassurance.

“It is okay.” She smiled. “This is a train. It is like a house on wheels. We are moving—turn around and you can see.”

The boy climbed to his knees then stood and looked out the back. She lifted up a hand to protect him from a fall. He pointed at the palace staff seeing the train off. Several waved. Sammy waved back. “Bye-bye.”

“That is correct...we are going bye-bye. We have started our journey.” She thought of adding their final destination of home, but didn’t want to remind him of his parents when he was in such a good mood.

Suddenly Julian settled onto the green velvet on the other side of Sammy and turned to face her. After he had ignored her for most of the morning, his scrutiny unnerved her. Protocol prevented her from questioning him. Instead she kept her focus on Sammy, playing point and name until the boy got bored of the game and slid off the couch to run around the open space of the lounge.

“I understand I owe you another apology,” Julian stated gruffly.

“Oh?” Katrina wondered for what.

Several items sprang to mind, rudeness certainly, and rushing her—he’d given her a whole hour to pack and say her goodbyes. This, after Princess Bernadette practically forced him to take Katrina with him. That had been an awkward scene. She had been no happier about the idea than he was, but Bernadette wouldn’t be dissuaded and Katrina felt obligated to support her Princess.

“Yes. Bernadette explained it was Tessa who told Sam—” He stopped and eyed Sammy before continuing. “That Tessa was responsible for Samson’s distress. I blamed you when I shouldn’t have. You have my apology.”

Her brows popped into her bangs before she quickly got her disbelief under control. “Um, well. She was in a state of distress herself,” Katrina explained. “I believe she and Helene were—are friends.”

“There is no excuse for her behavior.” There was no give in his response. “She is the nanny of a royal Prince. His welfare needs to come before any other consideration.”

“I agree. The child’s needs should always come first. Sammy, stop. Stay in this end of the room.” She scooted to the edge of the couch, ready to hop up if Sammy went any farther. “But shock can make us do stupid stuff.”

He surprised her by sweeping a thumb over her cheek. “Very generous of you, considering you have taken the brunt of her thoughtlessness.”

His touch threw her more than his stare. Obviously he meant to denote the shadows under her eyes. She’d be mortified if she could think beyond the sensation of his caress. She blinked up at him, striving to recall the topic of conversation. Oh yes, his apology.

“Sammy is the one who has suffered. Though we do not truly know how much he understands. He is not yet three. He probably does not fully comprehend what
missing
means.”

“He’s a bright boy. I’ve never heard reports of him acting up in this manner.” Julian turned his attention to Sammy, who was climbing into a club chair and pounding on the table. “He knows something is wrong.”

“Yes,” Katrina agreed, relieved and yet curiously disappointed to lose Julian’s regard. “I think he is reacting to the tension in those around him. He has been different since you arrived. This is the first time he has played, the first time he has smiled. You are familiar, someone from home. He feels more secure.”

“He knew Tessa.”

“She was fairly new as his nanny, was she not?” At least that’s what Katrina had heard.

He nodded, his features etched in grim lines. “She assumed the role a couple of months ago. A farce if you ask me. The woman has no child care training.”

“But he is a Prince!” she blurted, shocked by the revelation. Tessa might be Helene’s friend, but Sammy was the son of a royal. He had many things to learn beyond the average child. More important, he must be protected at all costs. True, he had his own security detail, but beyond being proficient in protocol and decorum, his nanny should be able to defend him.

Yet even as she protested, she was not genuinely surprised. The other woman always struck Katrina as a tad uppity, as if handling potty duty was beneath her. But she tried not to judge. There were times when she wasn’t too happy about doing potty duty, either.

“I am glad you understand,” Julian stated. “I was wrong to blame you without knowing all the facts. That...is not like me.”

“You have much to occupy you.” With the apology, she found she could be gracious.

“Again you show your generous nature.” He looked like he’d like to say more, but decided against it. His words turned quite formal as he continued. “I do not deserve your goodwill, but I will accept it. Along with my apology, please know you have my gratitude. Samson is lucky you were there to help him.”

“It has been my honor.” This time she spoke the truth. She would assist any child in distress, and these circumstances went beyond the norm. In the midst of crisis she was happy to do her part. Plus Samson was special. He was a Royal Prince, a future leader of the world. Her actions reflected on her country and her Prince. It made her proud to have Prince Julian acknowledge she did well.

Suddenly lights started to flash through the room in a strobelike effect. Katrina jumped to her feet and looked out the window. The train had reached the Pasadonia Station. Unfortunately, the press had arrived before them.

Sammy came running and buried his face against her knees.

“Paparazzi,” Julian snarled. “Vultures, all of them. Take Samson below.”

She had already grabbed Sammy up and headed for the stairs. Neil met her at the top. “It is just the press,” she told him. “I am taking him to the twin guest room. Can you make sure the blinds have been pulled down?”

“No.” Julian spoke over her shoulder. “Use the master suite for him.”

Confused, she looked up at him. “But—”

“He is the future of Kardana,” he stated simply. “He requires the extra security the room provides.”

Neil nodded an acknowledgment of the command and led the way below. He went ahead of Katrina into the master suite and made sure the window shades had been secured. While Neil collected Sammy’s and her luggage, she took the toddler to the bathroom. Back in the main room Neil had returned. Julian had joined him.

The two men managed to shrink the room considerably with their sheer size. Their sheer presence. Yet they were nothing alike—one was a trained killer, the other a world leader. One lived life in the shadows, the other the limelight. Both were used to giving orders, but only one wielded power with the mere lift of an eyebrow.

And no one would confuse who was who.

Certainly not Katrina, who found it difficult to take her eyes off Julian. He stood, arms crossed over his chest, just inside the door. His amber gaze ran over her before he switched his attention to his head of security.

Feeling his gaze like a touch, she shivered. Luckily he’d turned before she gave herself away. She blamed the kiss. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t forget the feel of his mouth on hers.

Did his lingering gaze mean he was remembering, too?

Putting the thought aside, she set Sammy down in the middle of the bed and moved forward to join the men.

Neil quickly took her and Julian through the changing of the master suite into a panic room. She carefully kept her distance during the process. She really needed to get her inappropriate attraction under control. When the lesson ended, the train was beginning to pull from the station leaving the paparazzi behind.

“Report,” Neil ordered, obviously speaking to someone on the other end of his headset. “Beale, handle it,” he directed, and then advised Julian, “A couple of men on the back stoop of the train, my lord. Most likely press. St. James reports no other suspicious activity. Please stay here while I assist Beale then make a sweep of the car just to be sure we have no other surprises.”

Julian acknowledged his acceptance with a slight incline of his head. With a bow Neil exited the room.

“Relax, Miss Vicente. Knowing the mechanics of activating the panic room is just a precaution. We must be ever vigilant.”

That was a relief. But the train picked up speed, drawing a question from Katrina. “How do you suppose Beale will handle it?”