Page 146 of Once Upon a Holidate
She swallowed and looked at him. “I’m sorry. My stomach just turned on me. Must be the combination of the rich food and hearing about your horrible ex-girlfriend. I’d say you’re lucky to be rid of her, but you already know that.”
His expression turned to concern. “You look pale.” He waved over the server and asked for the check. “Give me a second and we’ll head back to the ranch.”
“I’d appreciate that.” She tried to smile. “I’m sorry for messing up the evening.”
“You didn’t. It’s fine. I had a good time.”
“Me, too.” Right up until the end when she’d discovered that hoping for anything like a relationship with Cade was never going to be possible.
Chapter Six
Bethany spent the night tossing and turning only to end up where she’d started—knowing that she was totally to blame for her current situation. While it would be nice to say it was someone else’s fault, it wasn’t. She could have sent someone else to get Rida settled—the royal stables was filled with excellent, caring workers who would have gladly accompanied Rida, but she’d insisted only she could do the job. Given how easily he’d settled into his new home, she knew now she’d been ridiculous.
Maybe it was more than the horse, she realized sometime before dawn. Maybe she enjoyed the drama of her situation a little too much. Maybe she’d been putting off having to make some hard decisions about what she wanted to do with her life. Regardless of which or all of the reasons, she was now stuck in a difficult situation and she had no idea how to fix things.
Telling Cade the truth made the most sense. It was the mature thing to do. The right thing to do. Only she didn’t want to.For one thing, she knew everything would change. While she was pretty sure he liked Beth Smith, he would have nothing but disdain for Princess Bethany. He would see her as Lynette-like, judge her and dismiss her, which would be devastating, because the even-bigger problem, at least to her, was she had feelings for Cade.
He was so funny and charming and capable. She liked how he respected her job and made her laugh and was easy to be around. She liked how his kisses made her feel. She liked pretty much everything about him. Which meant lying to him had been beyond dumb.
She got out of bed and went to the window. As she saw it, she could go one of two ways. Come clean or not. If she told him the truth, she would lose everything they had. If she continued to lie, she betrayed him and everything they had. It wasn’t much of a choice.
By the time she’d showered and dressed, she’d decided to come clean. She would accept whatever consequences there were with her head held high.
That decided, she went downstairs. Cade was already in the kitchen starting the coffee. He looked up as she came in and smiled.
She told herself it wasn’t even a special smile, but wow, there was something about the way he looked at her. With affection and kindness, with concern.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Did you sleep?”
“I’m better, thanks. I’m sorry about last night.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t have him think less of her—it would hurt too much. Which made her a coward, but she could live with that easier than seeing disdain in Cade’s eyes. However, she alsocouldn’t allow things to move forward between them. It would be wrong. She would keep things as they were, which was the very least he deserved.
“Thanks.” She nodded at the pot. “Coffee. My favorite.”
He chuckled and poured her a mug. “Mine, too.”
***
By eleven, Bethany had convinced herself everything was going to be all right. She took care of Rida, then retreated to the small office where she dealt with her email, including a note from her youngest brother complaining that he wasn’t too young to learn to drive and asking her to talk to their father. She wrote back pointing out he was only eleven and while being a prince did come with privileges, it didn’t mean their parents were idiots. No on the driving.
She was still laughing quietly when the door opened and John, the stable foreman, pushed into the office.
“He’s gone! Rida’s gone. I just went by his stall and it’s empty. I know you weren’t going to exercise him until this afternoon, so unless you gave someone else permission to take him out, he’s gone.”
Beth went cold. No one had talked to her about taking Rida. Had one of the guys in the stable tried to ride him? That wouldn’t go well—Rida was very particular about who he accepted on his back.
She hurried out of the office. Cade came running around the corner and stopped when he saw her.
“I heard,” he told her. “You didn’t let anyone take him, did you?”
“N-no.”
Fear blended with worry that something had happened to Rida. Had he escaped or had someone taken him? He was a valuable horse and could easily be ransomed for seven figures.There was no way Cade had that kind of money, which meant she would be calling her father.
“Should we phone the police?” she asked. “Or wait for them to contact us?”
