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so mean?”

      “Not mean, Phillip. It’s just that when he pledged to serve the people of our country, he meant it. You have to understand he represented the House of Valleder. It has reigned over this canton for centuries.

      “The castle here in Bris has been our ancestral home since the Middle Ages. Father never forgot his duty for a minute.”

      Darrell could hear her son’s mind taking it all in.

      “How long was he king?”

      “Thirty years before he died of a heart attack.”

      “I bet you miss him a lot.”

      “The whole family does.”

      Following his father’s soulful remark Phillip eyed him with a distinct glint.

      “What do you bet I can climb to the top of that ridge and back in half an hour.”

      “I used to make that trip in twenty minutes,” Alex said with a deadpan expression.

      Phillip let out a whoop. “You’re on!” He high-fived his dad before taking off. Pretty soon he’d disappeared in the pines.

      Alex put a booted foot on the log, turning to Darrell with one of those white smiles that melted her insides.

      He looked happy.

      In jeans and a navy pullover, he was jaw-dropping gorgeous.

      There wasn’t another man to equal him.

      This must have been the way Melissa felt when she’d gone to that bar with him years ago. No woman would be able to resist an invitation to join him in his sleeping bag. Darrell took back everything she’d ever said to her sister about not having shown more sense.

      “I’m sure it isn’t really possible to imagine your life if you weren’t raised to be a king, but I’m curious to know what you think you might have done with your life if you’d been born as say…Alex Smith.”

      He leaned on his knee with one arm. “That’s easy to answer. I would have worked in counterespionage developing various codes no enemy could crack.”

      “How fascinating! I remember the story of the Wind Talkers who were Navajo military men used during the war. No one could break their code.”

      “Exactly. We speak a lot of languages here in Switzerland, and each one has its different dialects depending on the region or valley. The Romanche dialects are complex and fascinating to me, as is the Navajo language you were referring to.”

      “Phillip has a lot to learn.”

      “Hopefully he’ll want to. Our language will be lost if we don’t endeavor to keep it unified and used. When I wasn’t busy with some regimen or other, I began making my own dictionary of Romanche words and idioms, incorporating the dialects.

      “On mountain hikes I always carry a notebook with me in case I meet a fellow countryman who could give me a new word here or there to add to my collection.”

      “You’re a very brilliant man. Phillip’s in awe of you.”

      “My father was the brilliant one,” he informed her. “He was first to introduce a program at the university in Bris to get as much information as we can from the old people still living within the canton. Once they’re gone, any knowledge they have will die with them. I’d hate to see Romanche go by the wayside.”

      “Thank goodness for a sovereign like you who cares enough to preserve your heritage,” she said emotionally.

      He moved closer to her. “The main reason I spent time in Arizona was to visit some Navajo reservations and see how they preserve their dialects and gather information. But I must admit the idea of being a secret agent has headed the top of my list for a profession.”

      His eyes narrowed on her face. “What about you? If there’d been no Phillip, what would you have done?”

      “That’s an easy question to answer, too. My grandmother never did have very good health. I probably would have tried to get into medical school somewhere. Maybe become an internist. But like you, I had other responsibilities that pretty well grounded me to one place and one priority.”

      “I’m assuming you’re the one who chose to stay home with your grandmother while your sister went to work at the dude ranch.”

      “Yes, but in all fairness to Melissa, she waited on my grandmother, too. Though I worried about her, I was glad she could get away to do something she thought would be fun. Her best friend’s uncle had horses, so she went riding a lot. The dude ranch was the perfect place for her, and it paid a good salary.”

      But Melissa had ended up taking on more than she could handle when she’d met Alex.

      Darrell wouldn’t have been able to forget him, either. Her desire for him had already become so acute, it was a full-grown pain only he could assuage. Yet to even entertain thoughts of him was taboo.

      A relationship with the king of Valleder wasn’t possible, not on any level. Melissa’s brief interlude with him had been one of those fantastic accidents in life that had defied the odds.

      To stand around alone with him any longer pretending she didn’t have feelings for him wasn’t only ridiculous, it was unbearable. Finally she made the decision to separate herself from him. There was only one way to do it.

      After loosening the reins around the tree trunk, she climbed back on the surefooted mare Alex had chosen for her.

      In a few swift strides he closed in on her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

      “I’m going to see if I can beat you and Phillip back to the stable.”

      His features tautened visibly. “Why?”

      Don’t ask me that question.

      “Our son loves competition. For once I’d like to be the one to give him a run for his money.”

      “Surely not at the expense of a broken neck.”

      She frowned. “Am I such a lame rider?”

      “Anyone can have an accident. While you’re my guest, I prefer to keep you safe.”

      So saying he reached for her, pulling her off the horse before she was ready.

      The momentum brought their bodies together. Helplessly she slid down his powerful physique until her feet touched the ground.

      The incredible sensation caused a gasp to escape her lips. Their eyes met by accident. His blazed a hot green.

      “Alex—” she whispered mindlessly, caught in a sensuous thrall where the world seemed far removed from them at this moment.

      An answering moan came from his throat before his mouth closed over hers with a kind of refined savagery she would never have suspected.

      She kept telling herself this couldn’t be happening. Not possibly.

      Like a drowning person going under for the third time, her life flashed before her. She thought of all the reasons why this was wrong—out of the question…

      He was going to be a married man within a few weeks.

      But the rightness of being in his arms, the feeling that they were two halves of a whole transcended every moral objection. Fused to him like this, everything changed.

      She didn’t need his hand at her waist crushing her to him because she molded herself to him of her own free will, wanting to merge with him.

      His other hand cradled the back of her head, the better for their mouths to savor the intoxicating elixir while they slowly began to devour each other. Their mutual hunger wasn’t some vain imagination. It was a kind of craving she’d never known in her life, like a force beyond herself that wanted, needed everything this man had to give.

      Every kiss he gave her went deeper and

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