The Royal House Of Karedes: Two Kingdoms (Books 1-3). Sandra Marton. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Sandra Marton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
Жанр произведения: Короткие любовные романы
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isbn: 9781472055576
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      Maria made a left on Broome Street, hobbled to the next corner, turned down that street and, finally, there it was. Her building. Well, not hers. The building in which she lived. And worked. That was the great thing about renting a loft. There was plenty of space within its high walls, room for sleeping and eating, but mostly room for working.

      If she could keep working.

      The fact of the matter was, she was in debt up to her ears.

      The loft cost thousands a month to rent. The gold and silver, the precious and semi-precious stones with which she worked, cost thousands, too. She had only one employee, Joaquin, but she had to meet his salary every week. And designing something that would be a fit gift for the Queen of Aristo’s sixtieth birthday had taken hours and hours of time.

      So she’d borrowed the small fortune she’d needed to pay her rent, her bills, to set aside other projects and devote endless hours to a design for the competition.

      Useless, all of it. Useless.

      She had been one of the three finalists. They’d all been invited to Aristo, where the winner would be announced at a ceremony. And she’d lost any possibility of being that winner in one night. One foolish night.

      A handful of hours had ruined her hopes and dreams, had left her humiliated beyond measure and the truth was, it was her fault, all of it. Not the fault of the man who’d seduced her.

      Alexandros, the Prince of Aristo, had only proved what she already knew. The hell with soft lights and sweet talk. All a man wanted from a woman was sex. That she, of all women, should have forgotten that cold truth and given in to a moment’s weakness, was unforgivable.

      Once you’d warmed a man’s bed, he had no further use for you. If something unexpected happened, like, in this case, it turning out that he was an Aristan prince and you were a finalist in the competition to design his mother’s birthday gift, he’d lay the blame for the seduction on you, even when he was the one who’d done the seducing.

      Her father had put the blame on her mother.

      The mighty prince had put the blame on her.

      “Damn this useless shoe,” Maria said furiously. To hell with the snow and the icy pavement. She bent down, ripped off both the broken shoe and its mate, and strode the last few wet yards to her front door.

      It swung open just as she reached it. Joaquin stepped onto the street, smiled when he saw her but his smile changed to bewilderment as his startled gaze dropped to her nylon-clad feet.

      “Maria? ¿Cuál es la materia? ¿Por qué está usted descalzo en este tiempo?

      Maria forced a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. I broke my heel, that’s all.” She stepped past him into the vestibule. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

      The door swung shut behind her. She started up the stairs to the loft, Joaquin at her heels. There was a freight elevator, but, as usual, it wasn’t working.

      “I am still here, as you can see. I waited in hopes you would return to tell me good news.”

      Maria nodded but said nothing. When they reached the third floor, she stabbed her key into the lock, walked briskly across the age-dulled hardwood floor, dropped her shoes and bag on a table near one of the loft’s big windows and turned toward her old friend and co-worker.

      “That was good of you.”

      Joaquin’s warm brown eyes searched her face. “It did not go well?”

      Maria sighed as she slipped her coat from her shoulders. She could lie or at least make the meeting with the buyer sound more hopeful, but there was no point. Joaquin knew her too well. He’d been working for her for five years. More than that, they’d grown up in neighboring apartments in a crumbling building in the Bronx, which was not a place most people thought of when they spoke of New York.

      Joaquin and his family had come from Puerto Rico to the mainland when he was five and she was six. He was the brother she’d never had.

      So, no. Trying to fool him was useless.

      “Maria?” he said softly, and she sighed.

      “We didn’t get the contract.”

      His expression softened. “Ah. I am so sorry. What happened? I thought this Frenchman had good taste.”

      “He’s not even a Frenchman,” Maria said with a little laugh. “As for taste, well, he says he likes my work. But—”

      “But?”

      “But, I should get in touch with him when Jewels by Maria is better known.”

      “When it is,” Joaquin said stoutly, “you won’t need him.”

      Maria grinned. “It’s just a good thing you’re married or I’d nab you for myself.”

      Joaquin grinned, too. It was an old joke and they both knew it had no meaning. So did Joaquin’s wife, who was Maria’s best friend.

      “I’ll be sure and tell Sela you said that.”

      “Tell her, too, that I’m looking forward to dinner on Sunday.”

      “I will.” Joaquin tucked his hands in his overcoat pockets. “I left the new wax castings on the workbench.”

      “Thank you.”

      “FedEx delivered the opals you ordered. I put them in the safe.” “Excellent.”

      Joaquin hesitated. “There is also a letter—a registered letter—from the bank.”

      “Of course there is,” Maria said sharply. She sighed and put her hand lightly on Joaquin’s arm in apology. “Sorry.” She smiled. “No need to kill the messenger, right?”

      “You might change your mind when I tell you that your mother phoned.”

      Joaquin said it lightly but they both knew a call from Luz Santos was rarely pleasant. Maria’s mother’s life had not gone well; she held her daughter responsible. Having Maria had changed her life. It had ended her dreams. Her plans. Not that she had regrets. Oh, no. No regrets. She had sacrificed everything for Maria but that was what mothers were supposed to do.

      If only Maria would make the sacrifice worthwhile. If only she would stop playing with trinkets and get a real job…

      “My mother,” Maria said, and sighed again. “Did she say what she wanted?”

      “Her back is acting up. She has indigestion. Her doctor is of no use to her.” Joaquin cleared his throat. “Mrs. Ferrara’s daughter was just promoted.”

      Maria nodded. “Of course.”

      “So was your cousin Angela.”

      “Again,” Maria said, deadpan.

      “Again,” Joaquin agreed.

      Suddenly, it seemed too much. The day. The disappointment. The overdue bank loan. The flu symptoms she couldn’t shake, and now a call from Mama… A little moan escaped her lips. Joaquin put his arms around her and she gave in and leaned her head against his shoulder.

      “Maria, I have a fine idea. Come with me. You know Sela will be thrilled to see you. She is making Chile Colorado for supper. When was the last time you had something so delicious, hmm?”

      She smiled, stood straight and knotted the woolen scarf at his neck.

      “Joaquin,” she said gently, “go home.”

      “If there was a way Sela and I could help you—”

      “I know.”

      “If only you had gotten that commission. I still cannot understand the reason you didn’t win.”

      She understood it, but she’d sooner have died than divulge it. “You’ll see, Joaquin. Everything will work out.”