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anyone since Uncle Frank’s death. But she didn’t have extra money lying around to cover surprise legal fees. Duncan Moore wasn’t only one of the best lawyers, he was also one of the most high-priced attorneys in town. Being prideful was one thing. Being stupid was another. “And thank you, Niko, for covering my legal expenses.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said. “I am not here to cause you grief or unwanted expenditures.”
    Izzy wanted to believe him. The corners of her lips lifted into a closed-mouth smile.
    He smiled back.
    Butterflies flapped in her stomach. Uh-oh. She’d better watch it. Being attracted to a man claiming to be her husband would only complicate things and might lead to her losing ownership of the box.
    “Duncan’s here,” Rowdy announced.
    Thank goodness, Izzy thought.
    Duncan Moore, bald, in his late fifties and on his third marriage, strutted into the office. On any other man a polka-dot bow tie would have looked ridiculous with a suit, but it worked well on the successful attorney.
    “Sorry for the delay, everyone. Izzy.” Duncan looked at Niko and bowed. “Your Royal Highness.”
    Niko acknowledged Duncan with a nod. “This is my aide and lawyer, Jovan Novak.”
    Jovan shook Duncan’s hand.
    Unease crept down Izzy’s spine. The seriousness of the situation ratcheted up a notch with two lawyers present.
    “We may proceed now,” Niko said.
    The tension in the office quadrupled. Izzy’s legs shook so much the box on her lap jiggled up and down. She placed the box on Rowdy’s desk and opened the lid. She removed the velvet-covered tray so the keyhole showed. “I didn’t realize the tray came out or there was a keyhole until after Uncle Frank died. He allowed me to look at the box, but never touch it.”
    “Did your uncle say the box belonged to your mother?” Duncan asked.
    “No, but I assumed so.” Izzy hoped her words wouldn’t give more credence to the prince’s claims. “Uncle Frank just said it was important.”
    Niko held the key he’d worn around his neck. “Let us see how important.”
    His hand was as steady as a neurosurgeon’s. If it had been her, she would be trembling. Who was she kidding? She was trembling.
    He inserted the key in the hole.
    Izzy was tempted to close her eyes. She held her breath instead. She wanted to know what was inside the bottom portion of the box, but she didn’t want anything the prince had told her to be true.
    He turned the key.
    Click.
    “The key fits,” Niko announced.
    The air whooshed from Izzy’s lungs.
    No, this can’t be happening. It can’t be true.
    The bottom portion of the box slid out. A hidden drawer.
    “Would ya look at that,” Rowdy said with a hint of awe to his deep voice.
    Even though she had been waiting for this moment for a few years now, she was afraid to look. All her curiosity had vanished, replaced by trepidation. She didn’t care what was in the box. She only wanted things to go back to the way they’d been before Prince Niko arrived.
    “It’s the same tiara,” Jovan said from across the office.
    No. Isabel didn’t want to see so she squeezed her eyes shut. Her chest constricted. She shuddered.
    Someone touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. Rowdy. Both he and Boyd could be big old teddy bears. She opened her eyes, but saw Niko with his hand on her instead of her boss.
    “Isabel.” Concern filled Niko’s voice. “Would you rather wait?”
    The tenderness of his gaze brought tears to her eyes. The situation, she rationalized, not him. Still she appreciated his gesture of comfort, drew strength from it, too. “No.”
    Straightening, Izzy looked into the drawer past the small diamond tiara to find papers, photographs and jewelry. Her uncle Frank could have found the box or bought it at a garage sale or even stolen it in desperation. Maybe that was why she had no key.
    No, she was just being silly now. None of those things would explain the prince knowing her mother’s name or his key