“We’ll see.” She wasn’t expecting it when I held out my hand and it took a little encouragement for her to accept the gesture.
When we reached the beach, she pulled away so she could take off her sandals, holding them by the strap. With the sun going down, the sky a gorgeous tangerine in color, the entire setting was perfect. As we walked across the sand, we both remained quiet. There’d been such awkward moments between us, but I could tell she had several questions on her mind that had nothing to do with our positions in the Prince family or whether our relationship was right or wrong.
“Just ask.”
She glanced up at me while tugging a strand of hair from her face. “Ask what?”
“Anything you want to. You don’t know anything about me.”
There was the beautiful laugh again, the one that from across the room could turn me into a protective stalker within seconds. “I don’t know anything, huh?”
“Other than the obvious.”
“Okay. I’ll accept the challenge. While you teased about your house needing a makeover anyway after it was torched, you’re very emotional about losing some old family items that can’t be replaced. You adore your fast cars, but they must be old American muscle cars. Forget the fancy-dancy Italian sports cars. You prefer simple like I do except for watches. You have an affinity for expensive watches and own several. How am I doing?”
“Not too bad. Keep going.”
“You’re a loner but lonely and won’t admit that to anyone. You tell everyone your favorite color is blue, but in truth, it’s purple. Vivid purple.”
“Now what makes you think that?”
She gave me one of her ‘are-you-kidding-me’ looks. Then appeared thoughtful. “I just know.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. With a statement like that, I need to know why.”
The way she bit her lower lip was adorable, which sent an electric surge straight to my dick. “Because every time I wear purple, your eyes light up. Why do you think it’s one of my favorite colors to wear?”
I stopped walking, hanging and shaking my head.
“What? You wanted the truth.”
“You bet I did and you’re right. I love purple. Violet. Eggplant. Indigo. Magenta. Even mauve on certain occasions. As long as you’re wearing purple, I’m interested.” Why was admitting all my foibles easy around her? “What else?”
“Let’s see. You adore meat and potatoes, filet as rare as humanly possible. Oh, something else. When people aren’t looking, you swipe pieces of chocolate from the Indulgence Chocolatier.”
“I do not!” When she stopped short again, cocking her head this time, I groaned. “Okay, you got me. I didn’t think anyone noticed.”
“I notice almost everything about you.”
“Hmmm… Then I guess I’m not a good spy.”
Making a turn, she moved closer to the water. “I think you are. You know it too. You do so much for Jaxon and the family. What about kids?”
“You mean Sebastian and Carrington, Alexander’s boys?”
“I mean do you want children?”
“Wow. No one has asked me that before. Only with the right woman and at the right time.”
“What’s the right time?”
I sat down on the sand, wrapping one arm around my bent knee. I didn’t answer until she’d joined me. How strange. I’d been completely against having children before. “When I can have the time to be a dad.”
“You know. In my opinion you need to make the time. When you love someone, whether a child or an animal, that person will become the most important part of your life and you’ll juggle everything else around them. Just my opinion.”
“What about you? Do you want to have children?”
“I’d love to.”
