Rebecca Winters - Wedding Vows - Say I Do

“None. If there were no Phillip, we would have gone through with the wedding and done our best to make a good life together. But Phillip’s existence has changed destiny. Now Isabella will have a chance to find the kind of love she’s seen with some of her friends’ marriages.”

Darrell’s eyes played over his face. “And what about you?”

“Does it matter? After what I’ve told you, you have every right to loathe me. As my father once told me, a king has no friends because every decision he makes offends someone.”

Darrell didn’t want to hear about all the damage his father and uncle had done to him. “Let’s leave my feelings out of it,” she blurted. “What’s going to happen when the country hears you’re not getting married?”

“I guess I’m going to find out. It’ll be on the five o’clock evening news.”

“Already?” The thought of Alex being forced to abdicate tortured her.

“I’ve just come from a cabinet meeting where I explained the situation and gave a statement to the press. If there’s a groundswell of resentment against me, I’ll step down.”

“What exactly did you tell them?”

When she heard everything she felt ill.

“This is all because of me.” She buried her face in her hands. “My trip to Bris has ruined your life.”

“It gained me a son, Darrell,” his voice shook. “No man could receive greater news.”

Her head flew back. “But you’re no ordinary man—” The tears streamed down her cheeks. “You’re a king who might have to give up everything.”

His eyes blazed with green fire. “You gave up everything for Phillip. Do you regret it?”

“Of course not!” she cried.

“Then we understand each other,” he said on a note of finality.

While she stood there shivering, his cell phone rang. He answered it and spoke in Romanche for a few minutes. When he clicked off he said, “Something’s come up. I have to get back to my office. Tell Phillip I’ll phone him as soon as I’m free.”

She watched his hard-muscled body leave her bedroom. The second she heard the outer door close, she flung herself on the bed and sobbed. Fifteen minutes later she was still agonizing over the reason for his broken engagement when she heard her animated son calling to her.

Jerked back to the present, she rolled off the bed and stood up, smoothing the hair out of her eyes. “I’m in my room, sweetheart. What is it?”

“You won’t believe it. Dad got me a dog! It’s a St. Bernard from that monastery in the Alps I told him I saw on television. It’s the kind I always wanted. He’s beautiful.”

As her son came running into the bedroom, he was crying for happiness. A St. Bernard was his dream dog, but the condo didn’t allow pets, not even miniatures.

“I’m going to train him how to save me and bring me drinks in a keg.”

Darrell was in too much emotional turmoil to respond.

“He’s almost all white and he’s an older puppy because the monks weren’t going to sell him, but they did it for Dad. I told him we wouldn’t be back until after the wedding, so he’s going to take care of him. But I wish we never had to go…Can I keep him, Mom?”

He wanted her permission.

“Mom?” he asked tentatively. “You’ve been crying, huh. Did you tell Dad to send the dog back? Is that why you didn’t come inside the vet’s office?”

“No, sweetheart. Of course you can keep him.”

“Then what’s wrong? Did you two have a fight? Where is he?”

“He’s in his office working.”

After calling off a royal wedding the entire country had been looking forward to, he was probably trying to put out a dozen fires at once.

“Can I phone him?”

“After the great amount of trouble your father has gone to, I know he’d appreciate a call from his son thanking him for the dog.”

“I love you, Mom.” Almost knocking the wind out of her with his hug, he reached for the phone.

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