He was too male.
‘So how did you get to own a construction company?’ She finally managed to pull her hand away. He let his eyes fall to her fingers, then raised his eyes and smiled with a gentle mockery. He understood what she was doing.
‘I told you. I went to-’
‘A builder and got a job. How old were you?’
‘Fifteen. The farm couldn’t support us.’
‘Your mother wasn’t working?’
‘My mother was in the same car crash that killed my father and Thierry. She’s paralysed from the waist down. The farm’s not big enough to pay off my father’s debts or my mother’s medical bills.’ He shrugged. ‘The builder who employed me was an old friend of my grandparents, so, yes, I did have family connections, but I believe I’ve more than earned the position I’m in now.’
‘So who’s paying for these plane tickets?’ she asked, frowning. ‘You or the Alp d’Estella government?’
‘I’ll be reimbursed.’
‘If this works out.’
‘As you say.’ His gaze met hers, steady and forthright. But there were things he wasn’t telling her, she decided. There were things she had to figure out for herself.
‘You need to wash,’ he told her, cutting in on her thoughts. ‘They’ll be bringing breakfast.’
‘At four in the afternoon?’
‘You’re in a whole new world. Welcome to breakfast.’
‘I feel dizzy.’
‘Just take one step at a time,’ he said and touched her face in a gesture of reassurance that shouldn’t be enough to send warmth right through her entire body. It shouldn’t be enough but it definitely was. Her hand came up instinctively and met his. Once more he grasped her fingers in his and held.
This was a gesture of reassurance, she told herself frantically. No more.
‘It’ll be okay,’ he said.
‘Will it?’
‘Yes.’
‘I don’t see how I can fit in. But I won’t leave the children.’
‘Of course you won’t.’
‘But to stay in this place…’
The hold on her hand was suddenly compelling. ‘Pippa, I won’t increase your burden. I promise you that. Let’s just take every day as it comes and we’ll see what happens.’
‘But-’
‘It’s okay, Pippa.’ He stared down at her in the half light, and his grip firmed, strong and sure.
The silence stretched out.
She gazed up at him, waiting…
‘Would you mind if I kiss you?’ he asked.
Her heart missed a beat. Would she mind?
‘No,’ she whispered, for some dumb, crazy reason that for ever after she couldn’t fathom. But say it she did. For some things were inevitable.
Like the touch of Max’s mouth on her lips.
She shouldn’t have been expecting it-but she was. She’d been expecting it since that night by the fireside. She’d been…wanting it. And here it was.
The feel of him…The taste of him…The glorious sensation of melting into him in the dim light.
It was a culmination of circumstance, she told herself hazily. It was the warmth of these wonderful seats, after being cold for every waking moment. It was the hazy feeling of having just woken from sleep to find him beside her. It was the softness and luxury of alpaca blankets and goose-down pillows.
More. It was the strength of the man beside her, and the way his smile lit his eyes. It was the strength of his voice as it reassured her. It was the sense of being protected as she’d never been protected.
It was just…Max.
The moment was so seductive that she’d have had to be inhuman not to respond, and of course she responded. Her need was overwhelming. Her face lifted as if compelled, and her lips met his. Her hands rose to hold his face, getting the angle right, deepening the kiss, taking as well as giving…
Losing herself in the wonderment of him.
The kiss went on and on. Endless. It was a drifting, sensuous pleasure that lifted her out of her cloud of indecision and uncertainty and worry, and left nothing but pleasure.
He’d said it was okay. For now she’d believe him. Unwise or not, it was all she could do.
She surrendered herself to the kiss absolutely and in those few magic moments, before reality reasserted itself…well, those few moments were a gift to treasure.
They might be part of an unwise fantasy, but they were magic, all the same.
She was heading for a fairy tale, she thought mistily.
Anything could happen.
Breakfast happened.
‘We didn’t mean it,’ she said breathlessly as the lights went up.
‘I meant it,’ he said and he smiled.
‘Well, I didn’t,’ she muttered as she took herself off to the bathroom. ‘This is just…ridiculous.’
CHAPTER FIVE
THEY got busy after that, which was just as well, and then the plane landed. From the moment the wheels touched the runway, the sensation of being in a fairy tale intensified until Pippa was pinching herself to believe she was awake. Had Max just kissed her? Had she just been transformed, from frog to princess?
Weird.
Normal passengers got to descend the steps from the plane and immerse themselves in the muddle of luggage location and ongoing transport. Not so Pippa and her little family.
For a start as the plane came to a halt there was an announcement. ‘Could passengers remain in their seats to allow the Alp d’Estella royal family to leave the plane.’
It took a few disoriented seconds before Pippa realised the royal family was them. That the airline staff were standing in what seemed a guard of honour to welcome them.
The children had been fast asleep as they’d landed and they were still half asleep when they left the plane. Max carried Claire and Sophie, and Pippa led a dazed Marc.
‘I don’t want Pippa carrying anything,’ Max growled to the nearest steward as Pippa went to lift her holdall. ‘She’s hurt her back. And our very elderly dog is in the hold. Could you locate her as soon as possible, please?’
They were two tiny instances of Max caring, Pippa thought. Her back was better. She’d forgotten it, but Max hadn’t.
Pippa, who’d hardly been cared for in her life, felt a sting of tears as she reached the red carpet to find Dolores already being invited to leave her doggy crate. She stooped and hugged her dog, then turned and watched Max juggle a sleepy twin in each arm, and tease Marc a little as they gave her time to reacquaint herself with Dolores.
Tears were dumb. She should be soaking up every single thing. The ladies of Tanbarook would never believe her, she thought, and that made her tears change to a smile. Photographers were everywhere. What would be the reaction if Pippa’s face was plastered over the news-stand back in Tanbarook?
‘What’s funny?’ Max asked.
A limousine was waiting at the edge of red carpet, its uniformed chauffeur saluting. Even Dolores looked stunned. Her nose was sniffing the warm air. Sun!
‘It’s warm,’ Marc breathed and stooped to inform Dolores. ‘It’s warm, Dolores. We’re going to a castle and it’s
