How to Catch a Prince. Leanne BanksЧитать онлайн книгу.
Max for years, she wondered if she was ready for a different job. Although being away from Max was less exciting, she found herself much more calm and at peace. Maybe it was time to find a place of her own where she could stay for more than a few weeks at a time. The possibility was seductive, but something kept her from calling the engineering firm that employed her.
On New Year’s Day, she began composing a list of resolutions. The first was that she was going to start having a life, wherever she lived. As she recalled her list, her cell phone rang and she saw the caller ID. Max. Her stomach danced with stupid anticipation. She pressed the answer button. “Yes, Sophie.”
“Okay, I met my sister. She was nice. You were right. But I ended up staying a lot longer than one day. This Prince Stefan guy is a shark. That said, he needs a road fixed. Our company loves the idea of fixing the roads of an exotic island country, so we have our new assignment. I want you to come to Chantaine.”
“What? I thought I was going to get some vacation time,” she said.
“I’ll give you some time off when you’re here in Chantaine. You’ll like it here,” he said.
Sophie sighed, wondering if this was when she should finally say no to Max. It had been a fun ride traveling to exotic places to work with him, but she was longing for a home of her own. She was tired of feeling unsettled. “When would you need me?” she asked.
“Yesterday. Sophie, come on. You know what a great team we are. We always get the job done ahead of time and under budget when we’re working together. There’s no one I can count on the same way I can count on you.”
Sophie took a deep breath and said what she always said to Max. “Okay.” But this was going to be the last time. Really.
Two days later, Sophie gaped out the window of the jet as it neared the island. She couldn’t believe how beautiful the island of Chantaine was. White sandy beach on one side, rocky mountains on the other with azure ocean surrounding it all. Australia had been amazing. She’d been lucky enough to steal a long weekend over to New Zealand and absorb the lush gorgeousness of that island. But this, she thought, this was incredible. Paradise. She couldn’t wait to see it on the ground. Within moments, the plane landed. She grabbed her carry-on from the overhead compartment and waited her turn to exit the plane.
Her checked luggage arrived without a hitch. Nice change, given how many times the airlines had lost it in the past. She walked outside the terminal to what felt like a perfect combination of temperature and humidity and thought she would never want to leave this place.
A Mercedes slid in front of her. The driver and Max exited at the same time. “Miss,” the driver said.
“Sophie,” Max said. “We’ve got work to do.”
“I expected that. But you mentioned vacation days.”
“You’ll get a break. Just not right away.”
“Great,” she muttered under her breath. After the long flight, she didn’t have the energy to put up a fight.
The driver relieved her of her luggage and opened the car door for her. Sophie was grateful for the consideration. “Thank you,” she said, climbing into the car.
“The island is so beautiful,” she said to Max as he followed her.
“Yes, but the north side is a mess. That’s where we’ll be working. Unstable roads. Rock slides. Not acceptable. Far too dangerous. Stefan thinks one of his brother-in-laws will want to build a resort there, but the roads will have to be improved.”
“Will they need a bridge?” she asked.
“I think we can just build up the road. It’s tricky because it’s hard to get materials the second you want them.”
“Which will drive you crazy,” she said. “Since you consider patience a vice.”
Max shrugged. “You know me,” he said while lowering his window so that the breeze flowed through the backseat. “My impatience is my strength and weakness. I try to direct it toward my strength as much as possible.”
Sophie nodded. “What do you think of your new relatives?”
He moved his head from side to side. “An interesting crew.”
“I’m surprised you agreed to direct this road construction for them,” she said.
“Why not? Plus, if I do this, I won’t feel obligated to do anything else.”
Surprised, she threw a questioning glance at him. “Obligated?” she echoed.
“It’s a weird situation,” he said. “I’m related to them, but I don’t feel like I am. I wouldn’t feel right just doing nothing.”
“Hmm,” she said. “So this is a guilt job?”
He shrugged. “An obligatory job,” he said. “And the good thing is that the company will pay for it.”
Sophie took a deep breath. “You mentioned that Prince Stefan is a shark. You sure sound like one at the moment.”
“I haven’t figured them out. Stefan has royal manners, but underneath, he can be a hard case. He married an American and she’s about to give birth. Come to think of it, she’s Texan and so are two of the sisters’ husbands. He seems to truly love his wife. The same for the other couples I met.”
“You sound astonished,” she said.
“I’m not used to it. My parents spent most of their time fighting when my dad was home. He spent most of the time on the road.”
Sophie studied him for a long moment. Although Max had alluded to the fact that his parents hadn’t shared a great relationship, he’d never come right out and said it until now. It was eye-opening.
“You know, some people actually do fall in love, get married and stay in love,” she said.
“Sounds like a fairy tale to me,” he said, staring out the window as the car rode past one of the most spectacular beaches Sophie had ever seen.
“I knew you were cynical about romance, but—”
“It’s not cynical,” he said. “It’s realistic. The reason men and women marry is for sex. Then children. Men want children for progeny’s sake. Ego. The focus temporarily turns to children. Then men need to feel young again and sex is key. Even with the help from the blue pill.”
She slid him a sideways glance. “Blue pill. What do you know about that?”
He chuckled. “I don’t need it yet.”
“You and I have never really discussed your attitude toward marriage. You’ve given little clues, but I’ve never heard your complete scientific view.”
“Scientific?” he echoed.
“You’re an engineer. It’s coming through in your opinion.”
“It’s not just an opinion,” he said. “It’s based on observation and scientific research,” he said.
“Uh-huh, then how do you explain the way Prince Stefan acts toward his wife?”
“It won’t last. They’re in the progeny stage.”
Sophie’s heart sank. After all these years, she was beginning to believe that there was no hope for Max. He truly didn’t believe in love.
Chapter Two
One jam-packed week later, Sophie felt a terrible dip in her stomach as she lifted her gaze to look at Max. “What do you mean? The Devereaux women want to meet me? Why?”
“The Devereaux women got curious when I told them about you. The only way to satisfy their interest is for you to meet them,” Max told her almost apologetically as he looked around the working trailer.
Sophie