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mean.”
“I suspect I do,” he said, lacing his strong fingers through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. “God, I’ve missed you, Stella.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” she said. Nothing had ever sounded as sweet as knowing they were once again each other’s baby.
• • •
Stella had no idea what time they’d fallen asleep. It had felt so good to be curled up in Dario’s arms, snuggled together on the sofa, sharing the same pillow and blanket, catching up on the last twenty-five years that, they’d simply lost track of time.
Her prince was still lying beside her, without his shirt, which was more than fine with her, lightly snoring as the sun shone beautifully over the aquamarine bay.
She glanced at the large, flat screen TV mounted above the fireplace, straining her eyes to see the time flashing on the banner scrolling along the bottom of the picture.
The Today show was on. Kathie Lee and Hoda were seated, wine glasses in hand, waiting on their social media expert to reveal the most-Googled topics from the weekend.
Stella grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume.
“Talk about super hot and chat-worthy,” the expert said, while the camera panned in to get a better shot of the graphic behind them announcing the number one searched item. “Folks, it doesn’t get any better than trying to figure out whether or not Stella Anastas is in our midst! This weekend’s most-Googled and searched for scoop is whether or not this beauty, pictured here in St. Armand’s Key with none other than Prince Adonis of Kristianico, is the billionaire heiress, Alexia Stella DeAngelo Anastas!”
Stella rose so fast from the sofa that she almost rolled Dario onto the floor.
“Whoa. What happened? What’s wrong?” He asked, catching himself against the coffee table with his outstretched arms and pushing back on to the sofa.
“That’s it. The jig is up. Both of our covers are now officially blown,” Stella said, beginning to pace the room. “We’re the number one most-Googled topic of the weekend.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Oh boy,” Dario said stretching his arms high into the air.
He moved his head slowly from side-to-side, right ear to right shoulder, left ear to left shoulder then rolled his head in complete circles. Each grisly crack and pop made him grimace. Sleeping on the sofa all night had done a number on him. Not that he’d have traded being that close to Stella for anything, unless it was for a nice big bed with her snuggled up next to him.
“Now what do we do?” Stella asked, her eyes wide with fear, and if Dario wasn’t mistaken, brimming with tears.
She stopped pacing and sank back down onto the sofa, burying her head in her hands.
“First, we’ve got to relax. Otherwise, we’ll never be able to think our way through it,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and beginning to work his thumbs and then the rest of his fingers into a nice, slow massage.
Feeling her muscles relax under his touch warmed his heart. He was glad he still had that effect on her.
He sure didn’t like seeing her so worked up though. After this many years at the head of her father’s fortune, he would have thought that she’d have toughened up to the media, but it didn’t appear that she had. Maybe that was something he could help her with. Over the years, whether he’d wanted to or not, he’d gotten very adept at making sure these kinds of things worked to his favor.
“Relaxing and thinking make for a decent plan. But I also know a couple of things that are no longer an option,” Auntie Elo said, entering the room carrying a tray with a crystal pitcher of some kind of green juice and matching glasses.
Stefan, Dario’s chief protection officer, and Franco, Stella’s lead bodyguard, followed Elo, one carrying a carafe of coffee and the other a carafe of hot tea and several cups.
Despite the foul mood everyone seemed to be in, Dario had to laugh, even if it was all
“I suspect I do,” he said, lacing his strong fingers through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. “God, I’ve missed you, Stella.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” she said. Nothing had ever sounded as sweet as knowing they were once again each other’s baby.
• • •
Stella had no idea what time they’d fallen asleep. It had felt so good to be curled up in Dario’s arms, snuggled together on the sofa, sharing the same pillow and blanket, catching up on the last twenty-five years that, they’d simply lost track of time.
Her prince was still lying beside her, without his shirt, which was more than fine with her, lightly snoring as the sun shone beautifully over the aquamarine bay.
She glanced at the large, flat screen TV mounted above the fireplace, straining her eyes to see the time flashing on the banner scrolling along the bottom of the picture.
The Today show was on. Kathie Lee and Hoda were seated, wine glasses in hand, waiting on their social media expert to reveal the most-Googled topics from the weekend.
Stella grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume.
“Talk about super hot and chat-worthy,” the expert said, while the camera panned in to get a better shot of the graphic behind them announcing the number one searched item. “Folks, it doesn’t get any better than trying to figure out whether or not Stella Anastas is in our midst! This weekend’s most-Googled and searched for scoop is whether or not this beauty, pictured here in St. Armand’s Key with none other than Prince Adonis of Kristianico, is the billionaire heiress, Alexia Stella DeAngelo Anastas!”
Stella rose so fast from the sofa that she almost rolled Dario onto the floor.
“Whoa. What happened? What’s wrong?” He asked, catching himself against the coffee table with his outstretched arms and pushing back on to the sofa.
“That’s it. The jig is up. Both of our covers are now officially blown,” Stella said, beginning to pace the room. “We’re the number one most-Googled topic of the weekend.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Oh boy,” Dario said stretching his arms high into the air.
He moved his head slowly from side-to-side, right ear to right shoulder, left ear to left shoulder then rolled his head in complete circles. Each grisly crack and pop made him grimace. Sleeping on the sofa all night had done a number on him. Not that he’d have traded being that close to Stella for anything, unless it was for a nice big bed with her snuggled up next to him.
“Now what do we do?” Stella asked, her eyes wide with fear, and if Dario wasn’t mistaken, brimming with tears.
She stopped pacing and sank back down onto the sofa, burying her head in her hands.
“First, we’ve got to relax. Otherwise, we’ll never be able to think our way through it,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and beginning to work his thumbs and then the rest of his fingers into a nice, slow massage.
Feeling her muscles relax under his touch warmed his heart. He was glad he still had that effect on her.
He sure didn’t like seeing her so worked up though. After this many years at the head of her father’s fortune, he would have thought that she’d have toughened up to the media, but it didn’t appear that she had. Maybe that was something he could help her with. Over the years, whether he’d wanted to or not, he’d gotten very adept at making sure these kinds of things worked to his favor.
“Relaxing and thinking make for a decent plan. But I also know a couple of things that are no longer an option,” Auntie Elo said, entering the room carrying a tray with a crystal pitcher of some kind of green juice and matching glasses.
Stefan, Dario’s chief protection officer, and Franco, Stella’s lead bodyguard, followed Elo, one carrying a carafe of coffee and the other a carafe of hot tea and several cups.
Despite the foul mood everyone seemed to be in, Dario had to laugh, even if it was all
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