LITMIR.BIZ

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      At any rate, it was the lack of food that got to her now.

      Given how out of shape she was, she could probably stand to skip a meal or two. Since there was no one around—apparently everyone else had been smart enough to stay inside the airport and wait for a flight—she looked down at herself. Definitely, being on the plump side of average, she could stand to go without lunch.

      But being on the plump side of average gave her good breasts, she reminded herself.

      Not that breasts mattered when she was as chaperoned as she had been all her life.

      You’re not chaperoned now.

      At that thought, a good amount of her tension faded away. She even smiled to herself. She was alone, just as she always had wanted to be. And come hell or high water, she was going to make her family proud.

      She was well aware of how wonderful her life was. But there was more to life than mugging for the press and charity parties.

      And with all her heart, she wanted to experience some of it.

      Hard to do with two sisters, bodyguards, an exnanny, an entire country and a protective father hovering over her night and day. But it was past time for her solo flight. An adventure. Okay, so the wedding of one of her mother’s oldest friend’s daughter in Taos, New Mexico, wasn’t exactly an adventure, but it would be a start, even though her older sister would also be attending. But as Andrea—being the oldest—had been asked to be in the wedding and would therefore be quite swamped with wedding stuff, Natalia had demurely suggested she meet her there.

      Demurely, ha! She’d leaped at the chance.

      Her father had agreed, reluctantly. Be careful he’d told her a million times. Call often.

      Natalia had promised, in good humor because it would be worth the entire trip to see her older, tomboy sister in a dress. Just thinking about it now had her letting out a quick, sharp grin that she knew would make Annie pounce on her.

      Thunder hit, and Natalia jumped, suddenly wishing Annie was here for a good diversion. Or even Lili—the baby of the family at twenty-three. But Lili was coming straight from another obligation, and was to meet them in Taos.

      A breath later came a flash of lightning. Not good. She grabbed her phone, clutched it to her chest and stared up at the sky. It wouldn’t hurt to call home. Just to assure everyone that she was fine, of course, because they worried about her.

      Another crack of thunder and lightning, and she dialed, hoping she wouldn’t be electrocuted before she heard a familiar voice.

      A strict female voice answered. “Tell me everything, Natalia.”

      Not her father, but Amelia, and nearly as good as her father, even if the woman had the strangest and most disconcerting ability to read her mind. “What if there’s nothing to tell?” Natalia asked, keeping a wary eye on the sky.

      “Natalia, sweetness, you always have something to tell. Now spill it. You’re okay, of course. I’d know if you weren’t.”

      Yes, she would. Amelia had that inexplicable way about her when it came to the princesses. When they’d been young, Natalia and her sisters had been convinced Amelia was a fairy godmother. Complete with fairy dust.

      Sometimes Natalia was still convinced. Mostly, she had accepted and was just grateful. “I’m okay,” she agreed, looking around at the flattest landscape she’d ever seen. And in case Amelia had grandiose ideas of sending escorts, Natalia hurriedly added, “More than okay.” Another clap of thunder shook the ground beneath her feet. “P-p-perfect, in fact.”

      “Hmm.” There was a long pregnant pause, in which, clearly, Amelia expected Natalia to spill her guts.

      Tempting, but she managed to keep her mouth shut—barely.

      “We’re here if you need us, Natalia.”

      “You mean if I’ve screwed up.”

      “‘Screw up’ is not a very princesslike term.” Amelia’s voice was diplomatic, and contained the hint of an indulgent smile. “But if you need anything, anything at all, I’m just a phone call away.”

      Natalia knew that. Probably she wouldn’t even have to make that call, Amelia would just know. What a comfort that was. Her throat tightened just thinking about how much she was cared for. She cared for them in return, and making them proud was her biggest goal here. She could do this, she could do anything. After all, she was a princess. And maybe, just maybe, she would have a little adventure while she was at it.

      “Natalia? This week you wanted all alone, it’s a long time for someone like you. There’s no shame in that.”

      “You mean someone inexperienced in the real world.”

      “If you need anything…” Amelia repeated calmly, refusing to be baited.

      “I won’t. You understand this, Amelia, don’t you?” Natalia needed to hear her say it. More than she’d known.

      “Yes, sweetness,” Amelia said, her voice softer now. “I understand. This is a way to prove yourself. You’ll do great. Just keep your head.”

      “I can do that. See you soon.”

      “See you soon, lovely.”

      Natalia hugged the phone close to her heart, as if she could retain the warmth and love. And she could, if she closed her eyes and concentrated—

      “Do you have the time?”

      Natalia nearly leaped out of her skin at the voice. It was a young man, in his early twenties, looking like he’d skipped far more than just lunch. His face was gaunt, his head and hair—if he had any—were completely covered in a knit beanie despite the humidity. And his eyes…sparkled with malice.

      Uh-oh. Her heart started a rapid tattoo. Why hadn’t she told Amelia where she was?

      Because she could handle this, that’s why. And besides, as irrational as it sounded, Amelia probably already knew.

      Much calmer than she felt, she said, “The time? Why, yes, I do…” Please, go away. She twisted her wrist to check. “It’s just after three—Hey!”

      He snagged the carry-on, the jacket over it and the purse she still had on her shoulder.

      And tugged.

      “Oh, no you don’t. Those are—” She stopped shouting at him to get a better grip on her purse. “Mine.”

      “Let go!” he growled, playing tug-of-war with her.

      But her fear turned to temper. Clearly, he had no idea who he was messing with and how much she’d already faced in one day. It gave her an unbelievable strength. “I’m not letting go, you…you miscreant!”

      “Hey, I’m robbing you here.”

      “No you’re not!”

      He looked so utterly surprised, she nearly laughed. And held on like a pit bull.

      “You’re supposed to freak out,” he grated. “Cry. Scream. Not fight back! Jeez, haven’t you ever taken a self-defense class? They don’t advise you to fight back!”

      “I’m not going to freak out, I’m going to fight, and then I’m going to turn you in! Now you let go!”

      For what seemed like forever, they grappled with her bags, until, with a loud screech, Natalia lost the game and her grip. Freed, she promptly toppled backward over the bench, ass over kettle, landing incongruously in the dirt.

      Meanwhile, her thief, who took the time to stop and grin triumphantly in her face, took off with her beloved carry-on, her purse and her bus ticket.

      And her pride.

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