“You hold out your hand,” King Ronaldo said irritably. “And it’s my choice to kiss it or shake it.”
“Oh.” She held out her hand. The king shook it.
Great. She’d already blown her first introduction.
Dom turned her in the direction of his brother. As tall as Dominic and every bit as good-looking—though his face had a roundness to it that made him appear kinder, with eyes that sparkled—Alex smiled warmly at her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet the woman who snagged my brother.”
King Ronaldo growled. “We do not speak that way in this house.”
“Really, Father,” Alex said, as he took his seat and opened his napkin. “This house is the only place we can speak like that.” He smiled at Ginny as Dominic seated her. “It’s a pleasure to have you in the family, Ginny, even if my brother does intend to dress you like a grandmother.”
With a gasp, she faced Dom. “I told you!”
He almost smiled, but his father let out one of those low growls of disapproval again, and Dominic’s face shifted, returning to his formal expression.
As a servant brought in salads, King Ronaldo said, “So, Miss Jones, tell us about yourself.”
She swallowed. “Well, you know I’m a guidance counselor at a high school.”
“Which is where you met Dominic.”
She nodded. “My mother was a teacher. I loved the relationships she had with her students.”
Alex said, “So why not teach?”
“I wanted a chance to meet all the kids, know all the kids, not just the ones I was teaching.”
The king said, “Ump,” but his tone of voice was positive.
She relaxed a bit. But when she glanced at the row of silverware, sweat beaded on her forehead. Seven forks. Just what in the name of all that was holy were they about to eat?
Remembering the rhyme she’d been taught in grade school, she started with the outside fork.
“What else should we know?”
“Actually, Your Majesty, since you’ve already decided the answer to our problem is to marry, and I’m the one who hasn’t made up her mind, I think I should be the one asking questions.”
Alex burst out laughing. “I like her.”
The king growled again.
Dominic shot her a look of reprimand.
So she smiled and rephrased the question. “It’s an honor to have been asked to join your family. But in America we have a saying about not buying a car unless you kick the tires.”
Alex laughed again. “Now we’re tires.”
Not sure if she liked Dominic’s brother or not, Ginny shrugged and said, “Or you’re the used car. Be glad I didn’t use the don’t-buy-a-horse-without-checking-its-teeth analogy.”
Alex laughed. Dominic groaned. But the king quietly said, “Fair enough. What would you like to know?”
“I don’t really have to dress like this for the entire time Dominic and I stay married, do I?”
“You need to look respectable.” King Ronaldo inspected her blue dress and grimaced. Even he thought it was ugly. “If we let you choose your own wardrobe, can you do that?”
“Of course, I can do that!”
“You also need to behave with the utmost of decorum in public.”
“I can do that, too. Though I might need some help with protocols.” She answered honestly, but she hadn’t missed the way the king had turned the tables on her again, and she retook control of the conversation. “So what was Dominic like as a child?”
The king said, “Headstrong.”
Alex said, “A bully.”
Dominic said, “All older brothers bully their baby brothers. It’s like a rule.”
And for the first time, Ginny felt as if she was actually talking to people. A family.
Alex shook his head. “Do you know he agreed to marry the princess of Grennady when he was only twelve?”
She faced Dom. “Really?”
Their eyes met and memories of holding him close, whispering in his ear, being held and touched and loved by him rolled through her, and she understood why Dominic had been avoiding eye contact in the elevator. Looking into someone’s eyes was intimate. In those few seconds, he wasn’t just a name or a problem or a memory, he was a real person. The guy she’d made love with. Father of her child.
“My mother had just died. Our kingdom was in a state of mourning from which we couldn’t seem to emerge. It was appropriate to do something that didn’t just ensure peace—it also brought up morale.”
She continued to hold his gaze as he spoke, and something warm and soft floated through her. At twelve, he had been mature enough to do his duty. Hell, he was mature enough to know his duty. It was remarkable, amazing.