Winter Blockbuster 2012 (42 page)

“Yes?”

“Have you found him yet?”

She sighed. “I’ve got his location. I’m about to go in and see…?.”

“Watch him,” Pellea warned. “If there’s a balcony, he’ll jump.”

Kayla gasped. “You don’t think he’s suicidal, do you?”

“Oh, heavens no. He defies death for the fun of it. I swear he’s got to be an adrenaline freak.”

Kayla considered that seriously. “You know…” she began.

But Pellea wasn’t waiting to hear other views.

“Last week, we had a gathering of the new princes at the ski chalet, a meeting for them to get to know each other better. We’d barely begun cocktails when Max and the chalet manager’s two beautiful daughters took off on snowmobiles, racing off into the mountains as though it were nothing more than a free snow day. And they didn’t come back.”

“Oh.”

“No excuses the next day, of course. He thinks his smile covers all bases.”

“I see,” she said for lack of anything cogent to add. She felt a little lost with the queen battering her with complaints like this. A part of her wanted to defend him, but how did you defend behavior like this?

“Last night it was dinner with the Italian ambassador. We’re about to sign an important treaty with them. He didn’t show. And what was the excuse? He’d stopped in at a pub
and got involved in judging a karaoke contest and lost track of time.”

“Oh, Max,” Kayla said in soft despair.

“So I say, watch the balcony. He’ll tie a rope to the edge and pretend he’s Tarzan. Don’t let him get away.”

“I won’t.” She only wished her determination was as stout as it sounded.

Pellea sighed. Maybe her tone hadn’t been convincing. “Give me your exact location. I sent a couple of security officers up to help you. I’ll key in directions for them.”

That startled her. “Help me do what?” she asked after giving the queen her location.

“Make sure he doesn’t escape. We’ll tie him up and drag him in if we have to.”

“We will?” She knew Max and she was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be done easily. This whole thing was beginning to resemble a nightmare. She stared at the door to the target apartment. Max was supposedly in there. They’d told her he’d gone in with a woman. Did the phrase
love nest
come to mind? This wasn’t the way she’d imagined their reunion might pan out.

“Now I want you to be forceful,” Pellea encouraged. “You must take him by surprise.”

Kayla gasped in horror as a picture of what that might mean spun through her head. “You mean… burst in on him without warning?”

“If you have to. Whatever you do, you’ve got to stop him from disappearing again. Call me when it’s over.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Of course.” She hung up just as two security guards stepped off the elevator and marched over to join her.

“Sgt. Marander, ma’am, at your service,” the one who
seemed to be in charge announced. “Here’s the master key. We’re here to back you up. We’ll be right behind you.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Can I knock first?” she asked, rather forlorn.

His stare was steely cold. “I’m afraid not. Her Majesty specifically recommended a surprise attack. She’s afraid he’ll…”

“Escape by jumping off the balcony. Yes, she told me as much.”

He glanced at her and frowned. He probably heard the reluctance in her voice and didn’t approve. “Sorry, miss. Instructions from the queen are not to be taken lightly.”

She took a deep breath. “All right,” she said, straightening her shoulders and heading for the door. “Here I go.”

She closed her eyes and turned the key in the door, letting it swing open. “Max?” she asked breathlessly, not daring to look. “Are you in there?”

There was an ominous moment of startled silence and then a deep voice cried, “Kayla! What are you doing here?”

She forced herself to squint through one slightly opened eye. And there he was, standing before her, completely clothed. Very civilized. Not scary at all. She gasped in relief.

“Oh, Max,” she said, half laughing. And as he threw his arms around her, she sighed and went limp in his embrace. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

He hugged her, kissed each cheek, dropped a quick one on her lips and, finally, leaned back to take a look.

“Hey, gorgeous, it’s been almost two years, hasn’t it?”

She nodded, her head swimming. He was still the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, still hard and handsome, still looking like a playful rascal and a bit of a rogue. His thick rust-colored hair seemed to have a constant breeze blowing through it, his mischievous blue eyes were framed by eyelashes so thick it was almost criminal, and his mouth looked
so deliciously sensual, it ought to be censored. That was Max, just as she remembered him. Lord, how she’d missed him!

“So what are you doing here?” he asked, looking completely bemused.

“I came to… to sort of arrest you. In a way.” She made a face. What a farce.

“Arrest me?” At last he focused on the security guards behind her. He frowned. “What did I do now?”

“Oh, Max,” she sighed. “Why can’t you be good?”

“Kayla, my sweet,” he said grinning at her, “you know that’s not in my nature.”

But he was genuinely happy to see her. Taking her in was like a good shot of whiskey. One look and he was transported two years back in time, back to those sidewalk cafés with the red umbrellas along the Mediterranean coast, back to the balmy breezes and sunlight filtering through the palms, back to hearing suggestive songs played by small combos while they’d sat sipping chichis, the local drink that tasted a bit like a Mai Tai and packed a punch like an angry kangaroo. The things they’d done, the things that had happened, the choices made, the regrets—it all still churned inside him. He couldn’t let it go.

But he also couldn’t regret knowing Kayla. She’d always been a joy. It was fantastic seeing her again.

“This is Kayla,” he said casually to the redhead who was standing behind him, looking terrified. It appeared she wasn’t used to having castle security barge in through her locked door. “Her husband was my best buddy in the old days when we flew sorties out of Trialta together.”

“Oh,” the redhead said weakly. Her teeth seemed to be chattering. “Nice to meet you, I’m sure.”

“Yes,” Kayla responded and tried to smile at the girl.

Max saw the confusion in her eyes and realized she was
still digesting the situation she’d burst in on. It was pretty obvious she thought she’d found him having a “moment” here. That was hardly the case, though the redhead seemed to have thought it might turn into one, too.

But he hadn’t been able to conjure up any interest. He’d been polite. He’d chatted. He’d accepted one small drink and the redhead had worked hard at creating a seductive scene. But he’d found himself looking out at the stars in the inky sky and listening to the strains of the orchestra from below in the ballroom, and all desire for that sort of satisfaction had melted away.

But before he found a way to explain all that, the two guards stepped forward and began to slip metal restraints on his wrists.

He looked down, startled. “What the hell is this?”

“Sir,” Sgt. Marander said in an unfortunately pompous tone, “consider yourself in the custody of castle security.”

Max blinked. He couldn’t accept this. Handcuffs? They had to be kidding. He quickly saw two or three ways out of the situation. He could easily handle the guards and…

But then he looked up and met Kayla’s worried gaze. Her pretty face, her dark, clouded eyes and her long, silky blond hair all created in flesh a picture that had haunted him for two years. Adrenaline still sizzled inside him for a few seconds, then began to drain away.

He wasn’t going to run from Kayla. Now that he’d found her again, he didn’t want to lose her until they’d had a chance to talk. If he could mine her memories and join them with his, maybe he could slay some of the demons that kept him awake at night. Maybe.

“Please, Max,” she was saying, reaching out and putting a hand on his arm. “It’s really important to Queen Pellea that you make an appearance at the ball.”

He smiled down into her anxious gaze. “There is nothing I’m looking forward to more,” he lied smoothly. “Now that you’re here, I’ll have someone to dance with.”

She jerked back, pulling her hand away. “Oh, no. Not me. You’re supposed to be meeting eligible ladies of rank. That’s not me.”

He stared at her. “Kayla, what’s the deal? Do you work for the royal family, or what?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve known the queen since we were kids together and my sister’s husband is in the guard. Pellea offered me a job and I jumped at it.” She shrugged, palms up. “I love it here.”

He frowned, not sure what to make of that. When they’d been in Trialta, he’d assumed she was as much of a vagabond as he was. Now to know she had royal ties…

But what was he thinking? He was the one who was supposed to be a prince.

Still, he didn’t like being corralled this way. He could tolerate going to the ball if they let him come on his own terms. This way was just too much. Kayla or no Kayla, he was back to wanting to get the hell out of here. But his hesitation had meant he was locked up.

“Hey, I’ll come with you willingly,” he noted. “But could we get rid of these handcuffs?”

She hesitated, looking down at them. Then she gazed up into his eyes.

He smiled. She sighed.

“Sure,” she said, wondering if she were risking everything but hardly caring. She looked at the security agents. “Let him go.”

The sergeant glared at her. “But, Miss…”

“I’ll take the responsibility,” she said. “If he bolts, I’ll tell the queen it was my fault.”

The man shrugged and used the key, but he didn’t look happy about it.

Max smiled and flexed his wrists and looked toward the balcony in the redhead’s room. He could make it in two bounds and be jumping for freedom in seconds. Everything in him was ready to go. Why the hell should he stick around when he knew he was going to hate the results?

CHAPTER TWO

K
AYLA
could read Max’s mind. She knew him too well. She saw the glance as a way out and she moved in smoothly, taking his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. If he was going to run for it, he was going to have to drag her with him.

“You’re all mine now,” she told him archly. “I’m calling the shots.”

“Is that right?” he said, looking skeptical, but amused. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be royal all of a sudden.” He raised one quizzical eyebrow. “You’ve heard, haven’t you? Now they’ve got me pegged as one of the lost princes. Can you believe it?”

She shook her head, smiling at him. “I’m finding it hard. When I realized it was you …” She shrugged and closed her eyes as she relived those moments, and when she spoke again, her voice was shaky. “Max, I thought you were dead.”

He looked at her for a moment, then managed a crooked smile. “Which time?” he asked softly.

Her phone buzzed. She knew it was the queen. Pressing her lips together, she shook her head.

“We’ll have to talk later.” She reached for her phone but she didn’t let go of his hand. She’d learned a lesson or two
over the years, and one of them was to look both ways before stepping off the curb.

“Yes, Your Majesty. We’re on our way.”

Ten minutes later they were in Pellea’s public parlor while she flitted about and generally let Max know he was on thin ice with her. Kayla watched, but hardly listened. She knew the queen was crazy about him and was just trying to convince him to behave.

At the same time, she herself was a bit impatient with all this. She felt as though every nerve ending was vibrating right now. There were so many things to take care of, so much to consider. Max was back and she had to figure out how to fit him into her life again. She had a thousand questions for him. There was so much she wanted to know, so much they’d missed. So much they needed to discuss.

For instance, had he come close to marrying anyone in the last two years? Was there someone out there? She was hoping there was, but the signs weren’t good. If he had someone serious in his life, she could move on without any lingering doubts. Couldn’t she?

The funny thing was, she couldn’t imagine him married. He didn’t have a married way about him. His beautiful eyes had a look that said he was always searching for something and not very satisfied with what he’d found. You had a sense that there was something missing in his life, but he wasn’t sure what it was and he knew he hadn’t seen it yet. Just seeing that in him scared her.

But the queen seemed to have no forbearance left for all that. She knew what she wanted from Max and she wanted it now.

“The first thing we’re going to do is get you into some decent clothes,” she said, rummaging through her closet.

“What? You don’t like my style?” He said it in a tone that might have seemed insolent if he hadn’t paired his words with a look of pure innocence that caught Pellea by surprise, making her laugh.

“Now I see what the problem is,” she told him, shaking her head. “You just don’t know any better. You need to learn a thing or two about being a prince, don’t you?”

“If you insist.” His mouth twisted but he bent forward in a sweeping bow. “Anything for you, my beautiful queen.”

Despite everything, Pellea colored slightly, then glanced Kayla’s way. “You’ve got to admit, the boy’s a charmer,” she said out of the side of her mouth. “I think he’s a diamond in the rough, too. We’ll see what we can make of him.” She smirked. “Heat and pressure. That’s how you get perfect diamonds. Are you game?”

He didn’t answer but she’d already turned away and was hunting through a closet again, muttering about sizes and ruffled shirts.

He looked at Kayla and shrugged, as though to say, “They’ve got me this time,” and she smiled at him, her heart full of affection for all he’d meant to her in the past. She wasn’t sure what the future would bring. But things were never dull when Max was around.

Her smile faded as she remembered that there was something more lasting than memories between them, something more precious than life itself. And that was when she decided it was time for her to go.