Prince Garth, driving his Porsche was a major part of the joy of life. Sleek and silver, his car purred like a giant cat and was so responsive to his handling, it reminded him of a sensual woman. Maybe that was why, as he drove up the winding driveway, returning from an afternoon of boring meetings in town with lawyers and business managers, his thoughts went to the lovely woman he’d met that morning in the gazebo.
He could still feel the way her curves had fit against his body and the memory stirred his reactions in a way that made him laugh at himself. She was certainly a tempting bit of luscious femininity—which should put him on guard, as he’d recently sworn off women altogether.
Women! They never played fair. Even those who agreed to ground rules from the beginning—vowing to keep things light and playful, swearing there would be no hearts involved, ended up wanting commitments and long-range promises in the end. And if you rebuffed their come-on advances, they usually found a way to make you pay.
He was still reeling from his last scandal involving a woman he hadn’t even kissed. She’d told the tabloids a wild tale of sex in public places and orgies on yachts and all because he’d stopped taking her phone calls. Sometimes you couldn’t win for losing.
On the other hand, he hated to think of how many women he’d hurt over the years. But their hearts seemed to break so easily. He’d finally come to the conclusion that it was better just to stay completely out of the game. After all, he was betrothed. He didn’t need to search for a mate, so why not give up women for the time being?
Still, the lovely yet dangerous visitor intrigued him. She’d said she was a photographer, yet all evidence suggested she was here to apply for the pastry chef position. Hopefully, she was going to be preparing tempting confections for him from now on. That thought made him smile again. Leaving his car out front for Homer, the chauffeur, to deal with, he went straight into the kitchen and greeted Cook with a peck on the cheek.
“There you are,” she said in a harried fashion. “Will you be having your dinner here tonight, then?”
“Yes, I think I will.” He glanced around the kitchen but didn’t catch sight of the woman he was searching for.
“Good.” Cook gave him a baleful look. “You’ve been out gallivanting too much lately. It’ll do you good to stay at home for a change. Any guests?”
“No.” He peered around the kitchen, noting Milla shelling peas and a thin stranger cleaning off a counter. “What happened to the new pastry chef?”
Cook nodded in the direction of the slender woman. “There she is. She’s hard at work.”
Garth did a double take and frowned. “No, I mean the other one.” He turned to the older woman in alarm. “You didn’t hire her?”
“Oh, that one.” She waved a hand in the air. “Tianna, you mean. Yes, she’s still here. She agreed to be nanny to that baby that was found in the yard, at least until the orphanage can take her—or someone shows up to claim her. She’s probably up in the nursery right now…”
But Garth was already on his way, whistling as he went. Tianna. So that was her name. A lovely and typically Nabotavian name, a lovely and typically Nabotavian girl. Against all his better judgements, he was looking forward to seeing her again. Although he had a rather inflated reputation as a playboy, he had never actually dallied with the help. It wasn’t his style. But then, the help had never been quite so beautiful before. There was always the exception that proved the rule.
He was feeling rather debonair as he knocked a quick rhythm on the nursery room door.
“Come in,” her voice called.
He straightened his tie and turned the knob, a provocative smile at the ready. But when he opened the door, instead of the welcoming look of surprise he expected, he found himself gazing into a face that, though still beautiful, was set in a look that said “trouble.”
“There you are!” she exclaimed.
He stopped in his tracks, but at least she didn’t have her dukes up this time. “What did I do?” he asked, completely at sea.
She gave him a look that said, “If you don’t know…” and rose from the rocking chair with the baby in her arms.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” she said distractedly. “I’ve got to talk to you.”
He raised an eyebrow, surprised at her tone but happy to see she was every bit as lovely as he remembered. Her soft burnished hair set off a face that was finely boned, the lips full, the green eyes luminous and framed in thick dark lashes. He liked the look of her and he was already speculating what her touch would be like.
“I had some meetings to attend to. And very tedious they were, too. Why? Did I miss something?”
Did he miss something!
Turning, she carefully laid the sleeping baby down in its antique crib, giving herself a moment to compose her emotions. Trailing a finger across the downy head, she felt a surge of affection for this helpless creature that was beginning to seem automatic. She looked so beautiful tucked under her lacy covers. It was official now. Tianna was her defender and protector. She would do whatever she had to do to make sure this child was safe and well taken care of.
Luckily, the nursery was fully stocked with baby supplies, as it had only been a short time since Prince Marco’s two children had passed through on their way to their larger bedrooms. Milla had been sent into town to get formula and baby food, but disposable diapers and baby blankets filled the cupboards—everything a well-connected baby would need. And this sweet baby might just be a little more well-connected than everyone had first believed.
Turning, she looked at Prince Garth. She’d been sitting here for the past few hours working herself up into a lather over this situation and it wasn’t going to help if she started ranting at him. At any rate, now that they were face-to-face, she knew he wasn’t the monster she’d been painting in her mind. Surely he would do the right thing.
“Have you done anything yet to find the mother of this baby?” she asked carefully.
He seemed puzzled by her question but he answered readily enough. “Don’t worry about that. The authorities will handle it. The orphanage finds the mothers very quickly. The mothers and babies are usually reunited within days.” He shook his head. “They do this because of the Rose Baby Legend, you know.”
She paused, biting her lip. This legend had been mentioned twice. It had to be peculiar to East Nabotavia, because she didn’t remember ever hearing of it before. She supposed she ought to get the full back ground before she made her case.
“Why don’t you sit down?” she suggested, gesturing toward a chair set facing the rocker. “I’d like to hear about this Rose Baby Legend.”
He looked at her and almost laughed. She was talking to him as though…hell, as though she were a princess. Actually, he was used to people treating him with casual equality. After all, he’d spent quite a few years in the U.S. Army after graduating from West Point, the last few as a lieutenant colonel. But this was different. He was in his own home castle and Tianna was an employee. By now she surely knew he was a prince. It was very strange that she didn’t seem to feel a need to treat him like—well, at least like the boss. A neutral observer might have come to the opposite conclusion and figured he must work for her.
“You’re Nabotavian, aren’t you?” he asked as he sank easily into the chair. “Surely you’ve heard the story.”
“I may have heard it once, but if I did, it didn’t stick with me.” She sat down in the rocker and leaned forward. “Why don’t you fill me in?”
“The Rose Baby Legend. Okay.” He frowned, calling up the old story from the past. “It started about a hundred years ago in Nabotavia. It was a time of great instability in the kingdom—as usual. The queen—my great-grandmother—had given birth to three boys and then found she was unable to have any more children. She desperately wanted a girl. In fact,