His voice was soft and soothing. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what? That my mother needed me, and I didn’t have time to be a princess?”
Demetrius frowned. “I’m being serious. I would have helped you.”
“I know. And that’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you looking at me like you are now.” She took off down the hallway.
He followed her to the living room where he stopped in front of her. “And how am I looking at you?”
She stared at the floor. “With pity in your eyes.”
He placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted until their gazes met. “No, that’s compassion you see. I can feel compassion, can’t I?”
She shrugged, not exactly sure what to say.
“You shouldn’t have to go through all of this alone.”
The truth is she’d never felt more alone. Her gaze met his. She yearned to reach out to him, to feel his reassuring touch. Her fingers tingled, longing to slip around his hand—to feel that human connection.
She staved off the desire. “I...I’m not alone. I still have my mother.”
* * *
He had never seen this coming.
Demetrius felt totally at a loss.
Witnessing Zoe’s pain tore at him. He wanted to make it all better for her, but not even a prince could solve her misery. All he could do was let her know that he’d be there for her. Right now, he’d do almost anything for her.
She was, after all, his wife. Maybe they hadn’t realized exactly what that meant when they’d made their vows, but he’d done a lot of reflecting since then. Being married meant being there for each other through the good and the bad. He wouldn’t abandon her. She needed him, even if she refused to admit it.
He gazed deep into her eyes while feeling a tug in his gut. “And you’ve got me should you ever need a friend. After all, you’re still my wife. My very amazing, compassionate wife.”
“And you are still my husband.” Her voice wobbled.
“Which gives me the right to do this.” He pulled her closer. She didn’t resist as her hands came to rest upon his chest.
At last, he could do what he’d been thinking about since they’d kissed at the beach house. His hold on her tightened. Her hands slid up over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck.
His head dipped, seeking out her petal-soft lips. His mouth brushed over hers, sending a jolt of awareness zinging through his whole body. His heart ached for her and everything she’d endured on her own. He wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone.
Her lips moved hungrily under his as her fingernails raked through his hair. Her soft curves pressed up against the length of him and a moan swelled deep in his throat. They’d been apart for far too long. He was still her husband, and he had every right to comfort his wife.
Their kiss grew in intensity and it no longer mattered that they were standing in the center of her living room. All that mattered is that they were together and they weren’t arguing. They definitely weren’t arguing. At last, they seemed to be on the right page and he wasn’t about to let her go. Not now when he’d just got her back in his arms. There was plenty of time later to figure out where they went from here. It wasn’t important now.
In the background there was a sound. He tried to listen but when Zoe caught his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked, his thoughts spiraled in a totally different direction. She was as turned on as he was. He moaned. It’d been so long—so very long.
There was that sound again. This time it was louder. And it didn’t stop.
The annoying sound was a knock on the door, followed by someone calling out his name.
The moan in his throat turned to a groan of frustration. Damn.
With the greatest regret, he pulled back from Zoe. Her eyes fluttered open, showing her utter confusion. Her lips were rosy red and slightly swollen. And her cheeks were flushed. A smile pulled at his lips knowing that he was responsible for putting that freshly loved look on her face.
“I’ll be right there.” He called out to his bodyguard to keep him from intruding on his last few moments alone with Zoe. “I’m sorry. But we have to get moving, and I’m sure your neighbors will be relieved not to have my detail littering their hallways.”
The disappointment was evident in her eyes and he hated that he couldn’t erase it, but he had a job to do. There was always something that needed his attention. Since he’d assumed his proper role as crown prince, the constant meetings had never bothered him.
Those busy activities had been just what he’d needed after Zoe had left him. It had kept him from getting lost in his loneliness. The back-to-back meetings kept him from dwelling on where things had gone wrong in his brief marriage. But now, with Zoe back in his life, he wanted time to stop. He wanted to talk to her—to comfort her—to help her.
He scooped up the envelope with the annulment papers and then glanced at his watch. If they didn’t get moving, he’d be late for his meeting with the king. And there was one part of the meeting that Demetrius was anticipating. At long last, he could tell the king and anyone else that cared to hear that their suspicions about Zoe were totally unfounded. His grip tightened on the papers. He was holding the proof in his hand.
While Zoe gathered her sketch pads and a few clothes, he pulled the papers from the envelope. They were indeed signed. This knowledge dampened his excitement over the passionate kiss they’d just shared. Zoe hadn’t lied. She did indeed want out of their marriage. Disappointment settled heavy in his chest. There was still so much to discuss. He wasn’t sure exactly what to do with the papers. For now, he would keep them safe.
“I’m ready.” Zoe, wearing a pair of big black sunglass, came to a stop by the front door with a floral canvas bag slung over her shoulder. She lifted her hand and placed a pink ball cap on her head and eased her long ponytail through the opening in the back. “I wanted some stuff to wear for the times I walk on the beach.”
He followed her out the door and down the steps. Once they were next to the car, Zoe came to an abrupt stop. Demetrius bumped into her. He instinctively reached for her shoulders to steady her.
“Zoe, what’s the matter?”
Her head was turned to the right, staring down the alleyway. “Did you see that? There it is again.”
He glanced around, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. “What is it?”
“A flash. Over there.” She pointed between a couple of buildings across the street. “In the shadows.”
Just because he hadn’t seen it didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He nodded to the head of security who was standing by his side, hearing everything that was said. A couple of men took off to investigate.
Demetrius rushed her into the idling car. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
He would do whatever it took to protect her. He remembered how they’d hounded his mother. She’d handled it with such grace—until that fatal day. On an outing, the paparazzi had gotten out of control, blocking the royal processional. And when his twin had grown bored and taken off into the crowd, mayhem had ensued. Security tried to move the paparazzi out of the way, but before they could a shot rang out. Demetrius’s body stiffened at the memory of his mother being shot.
“Are you okay?” Zoe sent him a worried look.
“I’m fine.” He patted her hand.
Whoever this stalker was, they’d find him before he did anything to Zoe. Demetrius vowed to keep