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up to good genes.”
He shrugged and she frowned, not sure he was sufficiently impressed.
“After all, the blood of these very people flows in your veins,” she pointed out.
He grunted. “Let’s hope none of them were bleeders or vampires,” he said lightly. “Don’t those two things tend to run in this kind of family?”
For some reason him saying that made her absolutely furious. Did he really not understand how important his own family was? Or was he just trying to drive her crazy?
“There is no such thing as vampires,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Maybe not,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I’m going to start being more careful with the morning shave. You never know.”
“No one in the DeAngelis family has ever shown any signs of hemophilia,” she protested, trying hard not to let him see how annoyed she was. “Just forget it.”
He gave her a look that infuriated her even further, then shrugged again and turned away as though it hardly affected him anyway. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew she was being overly sensitive, and that he was playing on her emotions like a skilled musician. She had to hold it back. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing her feelings like this.
Slowly, she followed as he examined one portrait after another. She’d been here often in the last few months and she didn’t have to look at the labels to know who each one was. She was ready to answer any of his questions, but he didn’t say another word and she wondered what he was thinking.
No matter what, he had to be fascinated by the imposing DeAngelis family. Who could help it? And to think that he’d suddenly found out he was one of them.
They’d walked the length of the hall and then they both went out onto the terrace that overlooked the royal fields. Leaning against the massive stone guardrail, he smiled at her and her annoyance with his attitude began to melt away. She really couldn’t resist that smile.
“Did you talk to Pellea?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah. We had a little chat.”
“And?”
He eyed her questioningly. “What? You think I’m going to tell you everything I told her?”
She pulled back quickly. “No. Of course not.”
He laughed and reached out to push her hair behind her ear and then pull her closer again. “But you know I would. If there was anything to tell.”
“You didn’t come up with anything?” Her skin tingled where his fingers had touched and she frowned, trying to ignore it.
He hesitated. “Not anything sure. Or substantive.” He shrugged and changed the subject. “I can’t get over you being here like this,” he said. “What are the odds that we would both end up in the Ambrian castle? That was certainly a stroke of luck.”
“Yes, wasn’t it?”
She looked at his beautiful eyes and the hard, tanned planes of his handsome face and she knew he belonged with the men and women in those huge, gorgeously painted portraits in the hall. Someday his image would hang there with them. That was his destiny. Surely he knew that. Didn’t he?
“So how did Pellea find you, anyway?” he was asking her. “You said your sister had something to do with it?”
“I told you we’d known each other before. When my sister and her husband moved here, Caroline went to Pellea and told her about me and my situation and let her know I was looking for a job. It just so happened that she was looking for an assistant. So everything fell into place.”
“Good timing. Life can happen that way sometimes.”
She nodded ruefully. “Not often.”
“No.” A shadow flickered through his gaze. “Not often.”
They stood silently for a moment, each thinking private thoughts. Kayla was remembering Eddie and she was pretty sure he was, too. But she didn’t want to get started on that again. They had work to do.
“I guess you’re wondering why I asked you to meet me here,” she said at last.
He grinned at
He shrugged and she frowned, not sure he was sufficiently impressed.
“After all, the blood of these very people flows in your veins,” she pointed out.
He grunted. “Let’s hope none of them were bleeders or vampires,” he said lightly. “Don’t those two things tend to run in this kind of family?”
For some reason him saying that made her absolutely furious. Did he really not understand how important his own family was? Or was he just trying to drive her crazy?
“There is no such thing as vampires,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Maybe not,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I’m going to start being more careful with the morning shave. You never know.”
“No one in the DeAngelis family has ever shown any signs of hemophilia,” she protested, trying hard not to let him see how annoyed she was. “Just forget it.”
He gave her a look that infuriated her even further, then shrugged again and turned away as though it hardly affected him anyway. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew she was being overly sensitive, and that he was playing on her emotions like a skilled musician. She had to hold it back. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing her feelings like this.
Slowly, she followed as he examined one portrait after another. She’d been here often in the last few months and she didn’t have to look at the labels to know who each one was. She was ready to answer any of his questions, but he didn’t say another word and she wondered what he was thinking.
No matter what, he had to be fascinated by the imposing DeAngelis family. Who could help it? And to think that he’d suddenly found out he was one of them.
They’d walked the length of the hall and then they both went out onto the terrace that overlooked the royal fields. Leaning against the massive stone guardrail, he smiled at her and her annoyance with his attitude began to melt away. She really couldn’t resist that smile.
“Did you talk to Pellea?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah. We had a little chat.”
“And?”
He eyed her questioningly. “What? You think I’m going to tell you everything I told her?”
She pulled back quickly. “No. Of course not.”
He laughed and reached out to push her hair behind her ear and then pull her closer again. “But you know I would. If there was anything to tell.”
“You didn’t come up with anything?” Her skin tingled where his fingers had touched and she frowned, trying to ignore it.
He hesitated. “Not anything sure. Or substantive.” He shrugged and changed the subject. “I can’t get over you being here like this,” he said. “What are the odds that we would both end up in the Ambrian castle? That was certainly a stroke of luck.”
“Yes, wasn’t it?”
She looked at his beautiful eyes and the hard, tanned planes of his handsome face and she knew he belonged with the men and women in those huge, gorgeously painted portraits in the hall. Someday his image would hang there with them. That was his destiny. Surely he knew that. Didn’t he?
“So how did Pellea find you, anyway?” he was asking her. “You said your sister had something to do with it?”
“I told you we’d known each other before. When my sister and her husband moved here, Caroline went to Pellea and told her about me and my situation and let her know I was looking for a job. It just so happened that she was looking for an assistant. So everything fell into place.”
“Good timing. Life can happen that way sometimes.”
She nodded ruefully. “Not often.”
“No.” A shadow flickered through his gaze. “Not often.”
They stood silently for a moment, each thinking private thoughts. Kayla was remembering Eddie and she was pretty sure he was, too. But she didn’t want to get started on that again. They had work to do.
“I guess you’re wondering why I asked you to meet me here,” she said at last.
He grinned at
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