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say, “Prin—”
    “Father,” Mich cut him off with a serious glower.
    The priest nodded and began again, his voice more nervous than when he’d led Kiki in her vows. “Vittoro Micheli Scorsolini, will you take this woman...”
    Ah, so he had a first name he didn’t like or use, either.
    The vows were traditional, but Kiki felt she was the first woman in the world to hear the promises uttered in such a determined, rich masculine voice. Mich’s words were thick with a Sicilian accent, one she had never heard outside of lovemaking with him.
    When he slid the diamond-encrusted platinum band on her finger, it was accompanied by a second ring with a diamond that rivaled her mother’s in a gorgeous setting of rubies and more diamonds.
    She stared up at him, questioning how he’d managed to produce such a dazzling wedding set for their unplanned elopement.
    “I had it overnighted,” he mouthed.
    The priest still gave them a disapproving look but continued with his blessing at a nod from Mich.
    Kiki dipped her head to hide her smile and the happy tears filling her eyes. Her ring for him had a ruby too, set in antique white gold. It was her grandfather’s, an heirloom that he’d given to Kiki when she had turned sixteen to save for her future husband.
    Kiki took the fact that the two rings both bore the stones of passionate love as a good sign for their future.
    That passion was very much in evidence when they returned to the master suite in the villa. Mich couldn’t keep his hands off her, and Kiki didn’t mind at all.
    They were naked together in every way as he poised to slide inside of her, no condom, no security of birth control. Just her and him and the baby they’d made together.
    He looked down at her, his expression so intense she shivered. “We are a family now.”
    “Yes.”
    He surged inside her, sending her nerves skyrocketing.
    “Oh, yes,” she moaned, the sensations different in an undefinable way.
    She didn’t know if it was that they were man and wife, committed to a lifetime, or that she was pregnant, or simply that they’d both admitted their love. But laced with the overwhelming passion was a primal and profound connection they had never achieved before.
    And although he made love to her with undeniable sexual urgency, there was a new tenderness and care to his movements.
    They came within a second of each other; she couldn’t even tell which one had climaxed first. It didn’t matter. Their bodies had just consecrated their union with as much power and worship as the priest’s final blessing.
    “And the two shall become one,” Mich said, still inside her and proving that their thoughts were on the same page.
    “Forever,” she promised.
    “ Invece. ” His beloved was a vow all on its own.
    * * *
    Mich was watching his wife... saints above , his wife ...as she slept the morning after their wedding. Bright sunlight filtered through the gauze covering the windows, illuminating every perfect, beautiful line of the woman he’d fallen for. The mother of his child.
    His family was going to have a royal conniption. He thought his mother, Queen Therese, known so well for her patience and calm, might even yell. A prince did not elope.
    For the heir to the throne to do so? A criminal offense in his grandfather’s eyes, Micheli had no doubt.
    And yet, even knowing the storm he faced— they faced—could not make him regret that so very precious ceremony on the beach.
    He moved to touch her shoulder, not to wake her, only to feel the satin smoothness of her skin under his hand. A thunderous pounding on the villa’s front door aborted his movement, Mich’s fingers a centimeter from her shoulder.
    A masculine voice shouted in Spanish—the open windows allowing cross breezes to cool the house making it almost as loud as if he were in the room with them.
    Kiki sat straight up in bed, her eyes going comically wide as she turned her head side to side. “What? Who... Papa?”
    “Constanza Kiki