for the respite Tina needed.
Tina had escaped just as her brother began to insist she was due for an examination from the royal doctors. Before her plane landed in Paris, rumors in the gossip rags had exploded. Sheâd only been away for twenty-four hours and her voice mail box was full. She didnât even want to look at her e-mail.
She knew her brother was going to freak out, and her security man, Rolfe, was watching her every move. Thank goodness she and her sister had worked out a plan for this very situation. An older woman, Genieve, brought fresh vegetables most every morning and brought pastry treats for the staff. She usually left from the back entrance of the house around noon. Except today. Today Genieve would stay until 4:00 p.m. and watch television with one of the favorite staff members in a room upstairs while Tina dressed in dark clothes with a dark scarf covering her head and drove the womanâs car to a small, out-of-the-way museum with beautiful gardens.
There, Tina could think about her and her babyâs future. There, she could make plans.
Tina told Rolfe she planned to take a nap and didnât want to be disturbed. As soon as he left her hallway, she took the back stairs to the back entrance and got into the ancient vehicle and escaped.
The July heat was oppressive, but the temperature inside the small museum was cool. She noticed only a few tourists, but an abundance of caution made her keep her head covered. Glancing outside, she saw no one in the gardens and walked outside to a stone bench beside a small pond. Despite the shade from the tree, the heat forced her to pull off her scarf.
She closed her eyes, craving peace and quiet for her mind and soul. She didnât need panic in this situation. She needed to remain calm. Since everyone else was going to be emotionally jumping out of windows.
Tina could see the headlines now. Unwed Pregnant Princess. She, the one everyone counted on to be scandal-free. She laughed softly to herself, although she still struggled with a twinge of hysteria. Was she prepared to be a single mother? It didnât matter. Thatâs what she would be. She stroked her abdomen, feeling protective of the baby growing there.
Tina had always put her loyalty to her position first, but there was no doubt in her mind what was most important to her now. Her child. Her pregnancy might be unexpected, unplanned and her situation not exactly optimal, but that didnât change the fact that Tina would make her child her priority.
That solid knowledge released a tension from inside her. She took a deep breath and gave into the temptation to build a perfect little world for her and her baby in her mind. The two of them could live here in France, near her sister. She would lead a simple life raising her child, serving as a patron for her favorite charities and making rare appearances in Chantaine.
Her sisters would pitch in and take over her assignments. That was pure fantasy, she thought. And her brother would marry a woman who would keep him out of her hair. More fantasy.
She inhaled again, lingering over the idyllic image in her mind.
Something fell beside her on the bench. A chain? She opened her eyes and glanced beside her, immediately spotting the bracelet sheâd thought sheâd lost.
âBeen missing that?â a deep male voice that had haunted her dreams said to her.
She glanced behind her, directly into the hard blue gaze of Zachary Logan. Her heart stopped in her chest. Her breath froze in her lungs.
âThe babyâs mine, isnât it?â
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Zach didnât like her color. Sheâd gone past the pale stage and she looked gray. He handed her his bottle of water. âHere, you look like you need this.â
She stared at him without blinking, seemingly without breathing for another long moment. âTina,â he said and squeezed her shoulder. âDrink some water.â
At his touch, she finally took a breath and
Dawne Prochilo, Dingbat Publishing, Kate Tate