grateful for that and expect nothing more complex.
Yet insecurity still dogged Freddie. Having gathered up her discarded clothing, she crept into the bathroom and snatched a towel off the rail to wrap it round her.
‘Umm...’ She fumbled as Zac straightened. ‘Was it OK for you?’
Zac shot her a heart-stopping smile of surprise and laughed, his darkly handsome lean features compelling. ‘It was wonderful and now you can stop worrying about it.’
‘I wasn’t worrying... Zac!’ she yelped in disconcertion as he twitched her out of the towel’s folds and lifted her to settle her down into the bath he had run for her. She was taken aback by how natural it felt to be with him in such circumstances while the tender ache between her thighs reminded her of how physically close they had been. Physically close, not mentally close, she conceded ruefully.
‘I hope you don’t get pregnant too quickly, meu pequenino,’ Zac confided, running his bright silvery eyes over her flushed and beautiful face. ‘I’m looking forward to having a lot of fun with you in the short term.’
Sex as a simple fun activity was beyond Freddie’s imagination but she could see that it was very much Zac’s approach and that daunted her. He strode into the shower, evidently in the best of moods, and to console herself she counted her blessings. The sex had been acceptable, their wedding was still on and the adoption application was progressing.
Short term, he had been careful to remind her, she mused, her shoulders drooping a little. Fun in the short term. Could she do that? She had to do it. Too much would be lost if she failed to maintain a good relationship with Zac. She had to at least try to do things his way even if it felt foreign and threatening to embrace such beliefs. Only if they were reasonably content as a couple would the children thrive.
In the shower, Zac was weighing up the use of birth control against his legal need for a child and marvelling at the unexpected direction his thoughts were wandering in. Freddie could conceive immediately, which would kill the fun angle because he knew from his mother’s experience that pregnant women got sick, tired and hormonal. If he used condoms, however, they could enjoy carefree sex for as long as they liked. He was already wondering how soon he could enjoy her again. He couldn’t wait to see that dreamy, dizzy expression of bliss on her face again and revel in her honest, innocent openness because he had never had that connection with a woman before.
Freddie was a rare find, he conceded with satisfaction. Should he have told her the truth about that night at the ball? He grimaced. He didn’t believe in baring his soul and he didn’t want to risk hurting her. If he told her the truth she would misinterpret it and make feminine assumptions that would not fit the frame. Wouldn’t she assume that she meant more to him than she did? He didn’t want to do that to her. Inevitably what he felt would wear off and he would want other women and the freedom to enjoy them anywhere, any place, any time. He knew his own flaws. He was not a for-ever kind of guy and there was a limit to how honest he could afford to be.
IT WAS A breathtaking dress, Freddie reflected, dizzily studying her appearance in the mirror in Claire’s bedroom. Getting ready in her own room had proved impossible because there simply wasn’t enough space.
The sleek handmade lace bodice with a low back clung from shoulder to hip, playing up her small curves and making her look taller. The skirt fell in intricate cobweb-fine lace folds shimmering with beadwork. At her throat glittered a diamond pendant, a wedding gift from Zac. Her hair was up in an elaborate coronet to support the diamond-studded tiara that Zac had told her had belonged to his late mother, along with the diamond earrings and bracelet she wore.
‘Do I look like a Christmas tree?’ she asked her aunt worriedly.
‘Like I should have that problem!’ Claire quipped enviously. ‘But diamonds are the family business, so I suppose you have to put the finest on display. Your life will be so different, Freddie. It’ll be champagne and caviar all the way now.’
Freddie swallowed hard at the thought because she still couldn’t imagine it. A hair stylist and a beautician might have come to the house to prepare her for the wedding, but that had seemed more of a necessity than a luxury when she was marrying Zac and she needed to look like the sort of woman that he would marry. Heaven forbid that he would ever look at her and feel embarrassed by her and, thanks to that family dinner, she already knew that even those closest to him could be both critical and judgemental.
Zac, waiting at the church, forced a polite smile when Vitale came to join his two brothers. ‘Your majesty,’ he said, acknowledging that his half-brother had become the King of Lerovia since his mother’s abdication even though the formal coronation would not be held for several months. ‘I should be bowing, right?’
‘No...not within the family,’ King Vitale declared. ‘And I intend to have a modern court, so there’ll be a lot less bowing and scraping in Lerovia as well. By the way, our wedding present, which is car-shaped, is on its way back to you.’
Zac frowned at that reference to the prized sports car he had lost in that ill-judged bet with his half-brother. ‘Back to me?’
Vitale shrugged. ‘Nobody won that bet. You may not have brought Freddie to the royal ball but now you’re marrying her—’
‘You won fair and square,’ Zac began inflexibly.
Angel frowned with the air of a man who would have liked to knock both his stiff-necked brothers’ heads together. ‘He’ll be delighted to accept his car back.’
With a stark exhalation of breath, Zac accepted that loaded hint and murmured through gritted teeth, ‘That’s very generous of you, Vitale...thanks.’
‘And within the family circle there will be neither bows nor any more bets,’ Angel suggested with quiet emphasis.
Zac sank back into brooding silence, disturbed that he was so tense. People got married every day, he reminded himself. He didn’t, though, and the surroundings and the stifling traditions made him feel constrained. The whole event was much more formal than he had expected.
The bride made quite a picture walking down the aisle with Jack, loveable with his hair in corn rows and clad in a miniature suit toddling along beside her and Claire. Eloise was walking very carefully behind her aunts clutching a basket of flowers and clad in the pink flouncy princess dress that was the summit of her little-girl dreams. Zac discovered that he couldn’t take his eyes off that little tableau. His family, his new family, he realised suddenly as Jack beamed trustingly at him and Eloise waved from behind her aunts as if afraid that he might not notice her.
Without the smallest warning, the enormity of the responsibility he had taken on engulfed Zac. He tried to concentrate his attention on Freddie, who looked stunning, sexy and cute as hell, but all the while his brain was running at a mile a minute, telling him that freedom of any kind would be an unattainable luxury with one woman and two...eventually three...children depending on him to be a good husband and a good father. He lost colour, his spectacular bone structure tautly delineated below his bronzed skin as the ramifications of such a marriage finally sank in on him: he would never be totally free again because parenting was for ever, with no get-out clause. It was a sobering moment, most particularly when he was willing to admit that he didn’t know the first thing about how to take care of anyone but himself.
Freddie’s hands almost crushed her bouquet of white and pink roses when she glimpsed the cool bleak light forming in Zac’s gorgeous eyes and the absence of his trademark grin. Her heart sank like a stone. He was disappointed in her. Did she not look the way he had imagined she would? Had he believed a designer dress and all the trimmings, not to mention the family diamonds, would transform an ordinary waitress into something rather more special? Or did he have cold feet about getting married? Whatever it was, he did not look happy, which he should have been, considering that their marriage was