To Claim His Heir by Christmas. Victoria Parker

out at the snow-capped peaks of the Tarentaise Valley, she took a deep breath and then exhaled, her warm breath painting a misty cloud upon the window. If he needed closure in order to forget and let her go, then so be it.

      ‘I’m sorry I didn’t let you know I was leaving. Write you a note or something. I didn’t mean to hurt you that way. But it was over. We had an affair—that’s all. There could never have been a future for us.’

      Chills skittered over her skin and she crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing the gooseflesh from her shoulders. She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice his hand reaching across the back of the bench seat until it was in her periphery and she flinched. Hard. Unsure what to expect from him.

      ‘Are you afraid of me now?’ he asked, his voice gruff as if she’d sanded the edge off his volatility.

      Was she afraid of him? Genuinely?

      No. Though she couldn’t really understand why.

       Because deep down you know he won’t hurt you. Deep down you know the man who took your innocence with such gentle passionate persuasion would never physically hurt you in a million years.

      But that didn’t mean he couldn’t emotionally destroy her. And Nate. That he was capable of.

      So maybe she did fear him. Just not in the way he meant.

      Luciana gave her head a little shake and he picked up a lock of her hair and rubbed the strands between his fingertips. ‘I wouldn’t have recognised you. How different you look this way.’

      She had the ludicrous desire to ask him if he liked the way she looked. The real her. Or if he’d fallen for a black-haired hippy who didn’t exist. But the reality was it was best she didn’t know.

      ‘It was a lifetime ago,’ she said, immensely proud of her strong voice when she felt so weak when he was close. ‘Forget the person I pretended to be in Zurich. I was just…’ She had to swallow hard to push the words out. ‘Acting out. Letting loose. Having a bit of fun.’

      Such a lie. But maybe if he thought their wild, hedonistic fling meant nothing to her he’d hate her. Let her go…

       Et voilà.

      Easing back, he created a distance that felt as deep and wide as the Arunthian falls.

      ‘Fun,’ he repeated tonelessly. ‘Well, that makes both of us.’

      Her stomach plunged to the leather seat with a disheartened thump. Because it was just as she’d always suspected.

      Stiffening her spine, she brushed her hair back from her face. ‘There you go, then. There really is no point in dragging this out.’

      He said nothing. Simply leaned back and glared at her with such intensity she felt transparent.

      Jittery, she shifted in her seat and rammed her point home.

      ‘Thane, you have to let me go back to Arunthia. To my family. They need me. I’ve got to get married soon. I—’

      ‘No.’

      ‘No? But haven’t I given you an explanation? What more could you possibly want from me?’

      ‘That is a very good question, princesa.’

      And Luciana had the feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer. Not one bit.