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Menendez, open this door immediamente , or I will break it down!”
    Then Mich could hear a female voice, but not make out her words.
    “I will not call her Scorsolini. I have not even met this man who dares to steal my daughter away!”
    Mich had no trouble hearing that.
    Kiki had heard the words too, because she was out of the bed, rushing around the room looking for clothes and then just grabbing the sheet.
    Wrapping it around her, she ran for the door. “Papa, calm down. You’re upsetting Mom. You know you are. She hates it when you yell.”
    Oh, no. Mich’s wife was not tearing through the house to appease another man. Not even her father.
    He leaped from the bed, then grabbed his chinos and pulled them on even as he followed Kiki at speed.
    He reached her just as she went to open the door. He grabbed her arm and shook his head. “Go back and dress. I will let them in.”
    Pure panic glowed in her storm-gray eyes. “No. You don’t understand. I need—”
    Another loud knock at the door, what sounded like a single kick and more Spanish, which was close enough to Italian for Micheli to know the older man had demanded once again for the door to be opened.
    It was the sound of distress Kiki made that convinced Micheli to open the door, not her father’s clearly increasing ire.
    He gently pushed her back so Micheli stood between his new wife and the irate man on the other side. Then he reached out, unlocking and opening the door in one movement.
    It could have been his own family on the other side, the group seemed so eerily familiar. A tall man, who was clearly Kiki’s father, vibrated with incandescent fury. Beside him stood a stunning older version of the woman he’d married—Kiki’s mother. Behind them was a full contingent of security.
    Micheli drew his royalty around him like the suit he wasn’t wearing and stepped back. “Come in. Signore e Signora Menendez, I presume.” He could have used their Spanish titles, but that would have established a different power dynamic than the one he wanted: the one in which they recognized him as the primary man in Kiki’s life now.
    Kiki’s father glowered, making no move to enter the house after all his demands to be let inside. “And you are?”
    His wife slapped his arm. “You know very well who he is, Miguel. He’s your daughter’s husband, and if you don’t want to alienate her, I suggest you get your temper under control.”
    Miguel’s gaze slid past Micheli to Kiki, and a slight tightening of his mouth said maybe his wife’s warning had been heard and heeded.
    “Mom,” sounded from behind him, the single word expressing happiness, anxiety and even desperation.
    It was the tiny quaver that had Micheli turning around to see his wife. She was blinking back tears and looking too damn vulnerable.
    Ignoring the people behind him, he reached for her. “All will be well, invece. We knew this moment was coming.”
    They just hadn’t expected it this quickly.
    “Don’t make my daughter promises you may not be able to keep,” Miguel said in strained voice.
    His arms firmly around his trembling wife, Micheli turned back to her parents, no doubt in his heart to come through in his expression or tone. “Any promise I make to your daughter, I will honor. All vows I have made to her are permanent.”
    Some of the fury in Miguel’s eyes seemed to bank, and it was then Micheli realized the man was worried for his daughter. But why?
    “You two need to get dressed immediately. I convinced your father to allow me to collect you, but you are facing a storm of epic proportions when we reach the palace. I will not allow my daughter to be hit by its lightning. You understand me?”
    “Palace?” Kiki asked. She tipped her head back to meet his eyes. “Mich, what is my dad talking about?”
    Miguel replied before Micheli could. “Kiki, meet your husband. Principe Vittoro Micheli Scorsolini.”
    “You’re a prince?” she asked in shock.
    “And you are a