LITMIR.BIZ

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to get him to do what they wanted. He was tired of fighting that battle. “I need privacy.”

      Sergio ordered the soldiers out of the room, but he remained standing by the bed. “I’ll wait on the other side of the door, sir. Guards are stationed beneath each window.”

      Alejandro rolled his eyes. His father still saw him as a rebellious teenager. “I’m thirty years old, not seventeen.”

      Sergio didn’t say anything. No doubt the captain remembered some of Alejandro’s earlier … escapades.

      “Tell me where you think I would run to, Captain?” Alejandro lay in bed covered with a sheet. “My business is here. I own properties. My father’s lackeys follow me wherever I go.”

      “They are your security detail, sir,” Sergio said. “You must be protected. You’re the second in line for the throne.”

      “Don’t remind me,” Alejandro muttered.

      “Many would give everything to be in your position.”

      Not if they knew what being the “spare” entailed. No one cared what he thought. Even when he tried to help the island, no one supported him. He’d had to do everything on his own.

      Alejandro hated being a prince. He’d been educated in the United States. He didn’t want to participate in an outdated form of government where too much power rested with one individual. But he wanted to see his country prosper.

      “Guard the door if you must.” Alejandro gave the kitten a pat. “I won’t make your job any more difficult for you than it is.”

      As soon as Sergio left, Alejandro slid out of bed and showered. His father hadn’t requested formal dress so khaki shorts, a navy T-shirt and a pair of boat shoes would do.

      Twenty minutes later, Alejandro entered the palace’s reception room. His older brother rose from the damask-covered settee. Enrique looked like a younger version of their father with his short hairstyle, tailored designer suit, starched dress shirt, silk tie and polished leather shoes. It was too bad his brother acted like their father, also.

      “This had better be important, Enrique,” Alejandro said.

      “It is.” His brother’s lips curved into a smug smile. “I’m getting married.”

      About time. Enrique’s wedding would be the first step toward Alejandro’s freedom from the monarchy. The birth of a nephew or niece to take his place as second in line for the throne would be the next big step. “Congratulations, bro. I hope it’s a short engagement. Don’t waste any time getting your bride pregnant.”

      Enrique smirked. “That’s the plan.”

      “Why wait until the wedding? Start now.”

      He laughed. “King Alaric would demand my head if I did that. He’s old-fashioned about certain things. Especially his daughter’s virginity.”

      “Alaric.” Alejandro had heard the name. It took a second to realize where. “You’re marrying a princess from Aliestle?”

      “Not a princess. The princess.” Enrique sounded excited. No wonder. Aliestle was a small kingdom in the Alps. With an abundance of natural resources, the country’s treasury was vast, a hundred times that of La Isla de la Aurora. “King Alaric has four sons and one daughter.”

      “Father must be pleased.”

      “He’s giddy over the amount of Julianna’s dowry and the economic advantages aligning with Aliestle will bring us. Fortunately for me, the princess is as beautiful as she is rich. A bit of an ice princess from what I hear, but I’ll warm her up.”

      “If you need lessons—”

      “I may not have your reputation with the ladies, but I shall manage fine on my own.”

      “I hope the two of you are happy together.” Alejandro meant the words. A happy union would mean more heirs. The further Alejandro dropped in the line of succession, the better. He couldn’t wait to be able to focus his attention on building his business and attracting more investors to turn the island’s sluggish economy around.

      “You are to be the best man.”

      A statement of fact or a request? “Mingling with aristocracy is hazardous to my health.”

      “You will move home until the wedding.”

      A demand. Anger flared. “Enrique—”

      “The royal family will show a united front during the engagement period. Your days will be free unless official events are scheduled. You’ll be expected to attend all dinners and evening functions. You must also be present when the princess and her party arrive today.”

      Alejandro cursed. “You sound exactly like him.”

      “They are Father’s words, not mine.” Rare compassion filled Enrique’s eyes. “But I would like you to be my best man. You’re my favorite brother.”

      “I’m your only brother.”

      Enrique laughed. “All the more reason for you to stand at my side. Father will compensate you for any inconvenience.”

      Alejandro’s entire life was a damn inconvenience. Besides, he would never be able to get the one thing he wanted from his father. “I don’t want his money.”

      “You never have, but when Father offers you payment, take it. You can put the money into your boats, buy another villa, donate it to charity or give it away on the streets,” Enrique advised. “You’ve earned this, Alejandro. Don’t let pride get in the way again.”

      He wasn’t about to go there. “All I want is to be left alone.”

      “As soon as Julianna and I have children, you will no longer be needed around here. If you do your part to ensure the wedding occurs, Father has promised to let you live your own life.”

      Finally. “Did you ask for this or did Father offer?”

      “It was a combination, but be assured of Father keeping his word.”

      “When am I to move back?”

      “After lunch.”

      Alejandro cursed again. He had a boatyard to run, investment properties to oversee and the Med Cup to prepare for. Not to mention the kitten who expected to be fed. “I have a life. Responsibilities.”

      “You have responsibilities here. Ones you ignore while you play with your boats,” Enrique chided.

      Seething, Alejandro tried to keep his tone even. “I’m not playing. I’m working. If you’d see the upcoming Med Cup race as an opportunity to promote—”

      “If you want to build the island’s reputation, then support this royal wedding. It’ll do much more for the economy than your expensive ideas to improve the island’s nightlife, build flashy resorts and attract the sailing crowd with a little regatta.”

      “The Med Cup is a big deal. It’ll—”

      “Whatever.” Enrique brushed Alejandro aside as if he were a bothersome gnat. Like father, like son. “Do what you must to be here after lunch or Father will send you away on a diplomatic mission.”

      The words were like a punch to Alejandro’s solar plexus. Not unexpected given the way his father and brother operated sometimes. The threat would be carried out, too. That meant Alejandro had to do as told to secure his future. His freedom.

      “I’ll be back before your princess arrives.”

      But he would be doing a few things his way.

      Once the black sheep, always the black sheep.

      And let’s face it, Alejandro didn’t mind the title at all.

      A helicopter whisked Jules over the clear, blue Mediterranean Sea. The luxurious cabin

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