Alison Roberts - The Forbidden Prince

He was still smiling but Mika seemed to be reading his mind. A furrow appeared on her forehead.

‘Your wallet was in your backpack, wasn’t it? You don’t have any money, do you?’

‘Ah...’

‘What about your passport? And do you even have a place to stay?’

‘Um...’ The echo of the ‘I told you so’ vibe that he would very much prefer to avoid made him straighten his spine. ‘I’ll find somewhere.’

He found himself nodding. A short, decisive movement. Maybe this unfortunate occurrence was actually a blessing in disguise. Exactly the kind of challenge he needed to find out what he was made of. Whether he could cope with a bit of genuine adversity.

‘Do you have any friends around here?’

The nod morphed into a subtle shake, more of a head tilt, as the question unexpectedly captured Raoul on a deeper level. He’d never lacked for people desperate to be his friends but experience had taught him that it was all too often due to his position in life rather than any genuine personal connection. He was probably as wary of making friends as Mika was about letting someone offer her assistance. Of letting someone touch her. It was impossible to know, in fact, whether he had any real friends at all because he’d never been in this position before.

Being ordinary.

Meeting someone who was judging him on who he really was—as a man and not as a prince.

‘Doesn’t matter. You’ve got one now.’ Mika’s face lit up with that impish grin but it faded quickly to a much more serious expression. ‘You saved my life, mate.’ There was still a gleam in her eyes that didn’t match her sombre expression. ‘I’m afraid I can’t subscribe to the Chinese tradition of becoming your slave for life to repay the debt but...’ Her face scrunched into lines that suggested serious thought. ‘But I can buy you dinner.’ The grin flashed again. ‘I might even splash out on a cold beer.’

Raoul couldn’t take his eyes off Mika. Witnessing the confidence that was returning now that her frightening experience was over was like seeing a butterfly emerge from its chrysalis. The way her expressions changed so quickly, and the lilt of her voice with that unusual accent was enchanting, but perhaps the most extraordinary thing was the effect that smile had on him.

He wanted to see it again. To make her laugh, even...

And she’d declared herself to be his friend. Without having the faintest idea who he really was.

Oddly, that made him feel humble. It gave him a bit of lump in his throat, if he were honest.

‘Come on, Raphael.’ The pocket rocket that was his newest friend was already heading down the cobbled street towards the arched entrance to the restaurant. ‘We’ll eat and then we’ll figure out what you’re going to do. If you’re starving, it’s impossible to think about anything but food, don’t you think?’

‘Mmm...’ But the lopsided grin—almost a wink—that had accompanied her use of what she thought was his real name made Raoul smile inwardly.

It was a rare experience indeed for him to be teased. He had no siblings, and apparently it hadn’t been the done thing for others to tease a prince, even in childhood.

He liked it, he decided.

He liked Mika, too.

CHAPTER TWO

IT WAS ONE of the things that Mika loved about Italian villages—that she could rock up to a place like this, in shorts and a singlet top, probably looking as weary and in need of a shower as she felt, and still be welcomed with a smile and gestures that suggested they had been waiting for her arrival.

The change when Raoul entered the restaurant behind her was subtle but unmistakable. Instead of a welcome guest, Mika suddenly felt like a...a princess?

‘This way, sir, please; this is the best seat in the house. And you’re lucky. You get to catch the last of this magnificent sunset.’

The whole wall of the restaurant was glass and the building seemed to be perched on the side of the mountain. It was the same view they’d had from the top of the Footpath of the Gods, only now the Mediterranean was on fire with red and gold light, and the islands way up the coast were dark, mysterious humps. It was a similar drop over a cliff right beside them, too, with no more than a low, railed fence outside the window and a roof or two of houses well below on the steep slope.

The slight quirk of Rafe’s eyebrow along with the expression in those dark eyes was remarkably eloquent. He wanted to know if she was okay to be sitting, overlooking the drop. He would be more than happy to forgo the view if she wasn’t and he would request a change without embarrassing her by referring to her recent disability in public.

It made Mika feel even more like a princess.

No. It made her feel the same way that taking hold of his hand on the track had made her feel.

Protected.

Safe.

She had to clear her throat to get rid of an odd lumpy sensation before she spoke.

‘This is gorgeous,’ she said. ‘Perfect.’

The white linen tablecloth was more of a worry than the view, in fact. Along with the silver cutlery, and the way their host flicked open a huge napkin and let it drape over her bare legs told Mika that this was nothing like the café she currently worked in. Was it going to be horrendously expensive? She remembered those nice boots Rafe was wearing. How well he spoke English when his accent advertised that it wasn’t his first language. How the maître d’ had instantly recognised somebody that deserved respect. Mika suspected that Rafe had come from a far more privileged background than hers. He was probably quite used to eating in restaurants that had linen tablecloths and silver cutlery.

Thank goodness she’d been paid yesterday.

‘I will bring you the menu,’ the maître d’ said, reaching out to light the candle on their table. ‘For drinks, also? We have a wide selection of the finest wines.’

It was Mika’s turn to raise an eyebrow in Rafe’s direction. At least, that was what she intended to do, but as soon as her gaze met his she completely forgot and found herself smiling instead. Was he as amused by this as she was? Here they were, looking like scruffy tourists, and they were being offered a selection of the finest wines.

‘A glass of your house red, perhaps,’ Rafe said.

‘I’ll have a beer, please,’ Mika added. ‘A really cold lager.’

With a nod, their waiter turned away. Mika glanced back at Rafe and this time her eyebrows did rise. He looked as though he was assessing something important. Something to do with herself? His face looked quite serious as he turned his head.

‘Excuse me,’ he called. ‘I’ve changed my mind. Can you bring me a beer, too, please?’

It was a bit silly to feel so pleased about a simple change of drinks but it was as if Rafe was sealing their friendship in some way. Telling her that he liked her choice and was prepared to follow it.

She liked him, she decided. It was a bit disconcerting that merely his presence could alter an atmosphere in a room, as if he had an aura of some invisible power, but she didn’t feel threatened by him in any way. Quite the opposite—and that was probably as disconcerting as how ridiculously good-looking that glow from the sunset through the window was making him seem.

Nobody was that perfect.

To cover the tumble of thoughts she had no intention of exploring, Mika opened her bag to take out her camera.

‘I’ve got to get a photo of this sunset,’ she told Rafe. ‘How stunning is that?’

‘It’s amazing,’ he agreed. ‘I bet we could see as far as Capri in the day time.’

Mika wished she’d read more of the instruction booklet for her camera last night. She had to hope the settings were appropriate for the level of contrast out there.