Innocent Surrender. Robyn Donald
you were an overexcited fan.”
“I can take care of myself. I don’t get into cars with strangers. I don’t make foolish decisions.”
“Really?” He gave her a sardonic look. “You were going to marry Gerard. You propositioned me. You went to bed with me.”
She glared at him. “Up until now, I didn’t consider that a foolish decision.”
“Think again.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Look. You’re a damned appealing woman, princess. You swept me off my feet, didn’t you?” he said.
She made a face at him. “I promise you, you were the one and only. Besides, I’ve got my memories now.”
He didn’t let himself think about that. “What if someone else wants a few of his own? If anything happens to you out in the big bad world, it will be my fault!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You have an outrageous sense of your own importance. What I do is my responsibility, not yours.”
“But you owe it to me,” he reminded her. “You said you did. That’s what you came down here for—to thank me!”
Anny folded her arms across her breasts and glowered at him. “Obviously a mistake. So much for etiquette.”
“Next time don’t be so damn polite.” He picked up her suitcase, then hung on determinedly as she tried to grab it out of his hand. “This is going to look great on all the paparazzi shots,” he reminded her silkily.
Abruptly, she let go and glanced around, looking hunted, then annoyed. “There are no photographers!”
He shrugged, unrepentant. “There could be. You want them following you all over Europe? Bet Papa can ask them where you’re hiding.” He gave her a mocking look over his shoulder and kept walking.
For a long moment he was afraid she’d just let him go off with her suitcase while she went in the other direction. But finally he heard her footsteps coming after him.
“This is insane,” she told him. “You don’t want me with you.”
“More than I want you dead in the gutter.” He heard the explosion of breath that meant she was gearing up for another round, so he turned and forestalled her. “Look, blame it on my mother. It wouldn’t matter if it was really my fault or not, I’d think it was. She’d think it was.”
“You’d tell her?”
“I wouldn’t have to. She’d know.”
Malena Savas had eyes in the back of her head and she knew what all of her children were thinking before they ever thought it. Demetrios knew his mother had a far greater understanding of what he’d been through these past three years than he’d ever told her. Or ever would tell her. She understood at least a part of what he’d gone through—and she didn’t blame him, which he considered a miracle.
But if he left Anny alone now, she’d have his head.
“She doesn’t know about me,” Anny protested.
“Not yet.”
Anny muttered under her breath. He just kept walking. Every step took them closer to the boat.
“I suppose it will be safer for you if I come along,” she said at last.
“Safer?”
“The boat will be easier to sail if there are two of us. Although I’m sure you could do it on your own.”
“I could. But, you’re right,” he added. If that convinced her, who was he to argue?
“Still, you said you wanted solitude,” she reminded him.
“Maybe you won’t talk all the time,” he retorted in exasperation.
She smirked. “And maybe I will.”
“Then I’ll put you off on Elba.”
“Like Napoleon?” Her lips twitched.
“Exactly.” Their gazes met. Locked. Dueled.
“Napoleon escaped,” Anny said loftily.
“You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“When I leave you, I’ll tell your father where you are.”
They were joking. But they weren’t joking at the same time. He meant it—and he could tell from the look on her face that Anny knew it. Stalemate.
At long last she let out a sigh. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re going to stand here and argue with me for as long as it takes.”
“Not that long. I might just throw you over my shoulder and dump you in the boat.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Want to try me?” He gave her his best Luke St. Angier hardass hero look.
She narrowed her gaze at him, then she said finally, “If I come, you won’t think it’s because I want to go to bed with you again?”
“What?” He stared at her.
“Because I don’t want you thinking I’m stalking you.”
“Wouldn’t matter if you did,” he told her flatly. “I’m immune.”
“Yes, I could tell,” she said drily.
He scowled. “I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy sex with a beautiful woman. I said, I don’t want anything more than that.”
That made her blink. “Ever?”
“Never.” No compromise there.
Anny cocked her head and studied him carefully, as if her scrutiny might detect cracks in his armor. He could have told her there were no cracks. Not after Lissa.
He didn’t. But he stood firm and unyielding under her gaze.
“You shouldn’t say ‘never’ like that,” she told him, her tone gentle, as if she intended to comfort him. “Never is a long time and you might meet someone you love as much. Differently,” she added quickly. “But as much.”
Demetrios stared, jolted. But he didn’t correct her misunderstanding. She only knew what the press had printed, after all. She’d got the story of their marriage that Lissa had wanted read. And after Lissa’s death, he’d had nothing to gain from airing their private problems.
Saying something wouldn’t change things now, either. So he just waited, let her think what she liked.
“What about sex?” she said abruptly
His mouth fell open. He couldn’t help it. “What?”
“I’m not asking you for sex,” she assured him quickly. “I just want to know what’s expected.”
So do I, Demetrios felt like saying because God’s own truth was, if he lived to be a hundred, he doubted he would be able to predict the next words out of Princess Adriana’s mouth.
“It’s up to you, princess,” he told her gruffly. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I can’t say I’m not willing. But I’m not falling in love with you. So don’t get your hopes up.”
Color flared in her cheeks. “As if!”
He grinned, then shrugged. “Just saying. You brought it up. Fine. If this is going to work, we need some plain speaking. I’m telling you right now I’m not getting involved. I’m bringing you along to keep you safe. Period.”
“Whether I like it or not,” she said in a mocking tone of her own.
“Whether you like it or not,” he agreed. “As for sex—” he shrugged “—I have no expectations. Whatever happens on board, princess,