The Prince's Baby. Lisa Laurel Kaye
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“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Whit demanded.
“You weren’t here,” Drew reminded him. It still hurt to remember. Safe in his love, she had dared to dream for the first time in her life—foolish, foolish girl. She had built them a lovely castle in the sky, and when her prince had walked away, it had come crashing down all around her. After he had left her, she had found out she was pregnant. Day by day, challenge by challenge, she had survived. She would survive this day, this challenge, too.
“I wasn’t here—but you knew how to find me. Why didn’t you even try?”
Drew looked him in the eye. “Why didn’t I?”
A spasm of emotion crossed Whit’s face before his expression turned as hard as granite.
“Your secret’s out now, Drew, and that changes everything…”
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The Prince’s Baby
Lisa Kaye Laurel
Dedicated with love and pride to my Nana,
in tribute to her ninety-five years; and in memory of my beloved Pop Pop, whose gentle kindness lives on.
LISA KAYE LAUREL
has worked in a number of fields, but says that nothing she’s done compares to the challenges—and rewards— of being a full-time mom. Her extra energy is channeled into creating stories. She counts writing high on her list of blessings, which is topped by the love and support of her husband, her son, her daughter, her mother and her father.
“She has her heart set on a fairy tale, but all the wishing in the world won’t make it come true.”
As the teacher’s words sank in, Drew Davis felt a protest rise in her throat. “I don’t—” she began, and then stopped herself. It was a rare and unwelcome mental lapse that had taken her back to a time when those words applied to her. Shaking it off, she looked around the first-grade classroom and then at the teacher. “Oh. You’re talking about my daughter, aren’t you?”
Mrs. Vittorini regarded her quizzically. “Of course I’m talking about Lexi. Why else would I have called you in for an emergency meeting?”
The urgent message on her office answering machine had struck fear in Drew’s heart—blood-chilling, mind-numbing, parent fear. After rushing to school, she was relieved to learn that the emergency didn’t involve broken bones or a quarantinable disease—but still, teachers didn’t call parents in the middle of the school day with good news.
“I assume this has to do with Lexi’s princess complex,” Drew said.
“Yes. Frankly, I’m worried that she’s taken it too far.”
Drew had been afraid that would happen. She could think of no reason for her six-year-old daughter to think that she might be a real-life princess—yet Lexi was absolutely convinced that she was. For some time now her little girl had been living the part, acting out elaborate fairy-tale fantasies and always wearing some homemade crown or other. Telling herself that pretend play was an important part of