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He broke off as his broad chest heaved.

“I used to be able to kiss you every day,” he said, his voice cracking. “And now I can’t. I can’t get over it. I can’t sleep without you in the bed next to me. I love you so much and I made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Don’t you mean the biggest mistakes of your life, plural,” I said, but without heat, and I didn’t move away.

“I love you so much,” he said.

The words built in my throat, but just then I heard the sounds of people approaching, and I hastily pushed Alexander away and yanked up my bikini bottoms.

We had barely gotten decent again when Magnus, Roger, Libby, and Henner rounded the corner.

“We’re here to drink iced teas and lemonade while we watch Roger mow the lawn,” Magnus groaned. “It’s hotter than Satan’s asscrack here.”

“Where’s everybody else?” I asked Roger. “You have a whole staff to help with the lawns.”

“Gave them a few extra hours leave,” Roger puffed.

“I’ll help,” Alexander said, and everyone stared at him as he squeezed my hand affectionately, then headed down to the sheds to get a lawn mower.

I drank a glass of Maurice’s sharp, perfectly sour lemonade as we watched Roger and Alexander mow the lawn.

“I might give him another chance,” I told my friends. “Is that stupid? Do you want to hit me with a brick for even saying that?”

Libby was fanning herself and she took a reflective sip of her lemonade.

“I think it’s not every King who would mow his own lawn,” she said, darting a glance at me. “I think you saying you wanted to leave scared the shit out of him, Delilah.”

“He looks like shit, too,” Magnus said critically, opening a parasol to protect us from the worst of the bright afternoon sun. “Like absolute dogshit. The man was named World’s Dreamiest Royal at least twice and right now he looks like a piece of liver a cat’s been dragging around under a car.”

“He doesn’t look that bad,” I protested, looking at the sweat shining on Alexander’s broad shoulders, dripping down his back.

“He does,” Magnus corrected firmly. “Looks like shit. Seems like he might be enjoyably miserable. Would of course be the most fun to keep him miserable, but I suppose I could be talked into giving you my blessing. For a small fee, of course. His approval on an ambitious new expansion plan I have for St. Constance’s.”

“Why, you devious bastard,” I laughed, but my heart swelled a bit more as I watched my husband work there until the job was done.

CHAPTER 22

Delilah

When Alexander knocked on the door that night, I swallowed nervously. I wasn’t ready to say the words, but I felt them on my tongue.

“You’re getting drool all over the aged wood,” I said as he was about to curl up on the floor. “Just sleep in the bed beside me.”

“Really?” Alexander asked eagerly, and I saw his face light up.

“Don’t make this a big deal,” I began, but he had already bounded onto the bed and then on top of me, kissing me hungrily until my heart was pounding and my insides fell liquid. Then he flipped us over so I was on top of him, and he scooted my hips up so my thighs were over his face.

“Ride my face, angel,” he said. “I want to feel your pleasure all over me first.”

With a gasp, I obeyed him.

But when I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone.

At first, I couldn’t believe it.

Where could he have gone?

He wasn’t in his office.

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