He didn’t like the pity in her eyes. “I haven’t needed one.” He looked down at her. But you make everywhere feel like home to me, he thought. All he said was, “I’ve enjoyed our time together as well.”
“I wasn’t sure if you even liked me at first,” she said teasingly as he escorted her from the villa toward his rented MG convertible. “When you left it up to me to decide if we would even kiss…”
As he opened her door, he said, “I always knew I would get you into bed.”
She froze, then looked back at him. “You did?”
He suddenly wanted to tell her the truth. Had to tell her the truth. “I seduced you deliberately, Rose. Bit by bit. But I always knew I would win.”
“Oh.” Looking dazed, she climbed into the convertible and he closed the door behind her. Climbing into the driver’s side, he drove them out of the gated community down the winding hillside toward town. She remained silent for a few moments. He looked at her.
“Now do you regret our affair?” he said quietly.
“No.” She turned away. “It’s just…”
“Just?”
“When I meet the man I marry,” she said in a small voice, “what if he asks me why I didn’t wait for him? What if he asks why I didn’t have faith?”
“Rose!” he growled.
“But the thing is, I did wait,” she whispered. “I waited so long. And he never came. The only man who seemed remotely like a prince turned out to be a massive frog.”
Xerxes looked at her and envied—no, hated—the man she would someday marry. “He won’t ask you any stupid questions like that. He’ll just get down on his knees and thank God you are his wife.”
She gave him a tremulous smile. “Really?”
“Yes.” He found a parking spot near the marina. Turning off the car engine, he turned to face her beneath the warm lights of the town and took her hands in his own.
“I wonder if you have any idea how truly rare you are,” he said. “How you make life beautiful wherever you go. To everyone around you. Even me.”
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He saw the emotion in her face, but her voice seemed purposefully light as she said, “Well, you were a hard case.”
He snorted a laugh, but as he leaned forward to kiss her, his phone rang. He was still smiling when he answered, “Novros.”
“We’re divorced.”
Växborg’s voice was full of repressed fury.
Xerxes turned away from Rose, speaking in a low voice. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“The filing is complete?”
“Yes. I’ve used your connections to push it through. Tomorrow morning, it will be registered as final.”
“Then call me tomorrow,” Xerxes said shortly, but his eyes traced over Rose, who was watching him with big eyes. Tomorrow. He would have to give her up so soon?
“Wait!” Växborg said. “I need to talk to Rose.”
“No.”
“Her father just called. Her grandmother has had a heart attack and might not last the night. You have to let me take Rose home.”
“You think I’ll fall for that?” Xerxes said with a snort.
“Have a heart, you bastard. It’s her family!”