Royal Heir (Westerly Billionaire #3)(23)

She stopped, her eyes flew to his, and he loved that the fire was back. “I wish I could tell if you’re joking.”

“There’s only one way to find out. You’ll have to get to know me.”

Her eyebrows came together in the most adorable frown. “Last night fell apart because I let this—this—whatever this is distract me from why I came to London. I’m here for Eric. Anything else will have to wait until I know he’s okay.”

She needed time—reasonable, considering the circumstances. He checked his watch. “If we leave now, we’ll be in Vandorra before nightfall.”



A short time later, Rachelle accepted an offer of a drink from a female attendant on Magnus’s plane. A glass of wine might calm her nerves. So far, the spontaneous travel had not relaxed her. She was seated beside Eric, who had suddenly become protective of her. His distrust of Magnus radiated from him. Across from them, Magnus worked on his laptop—answering e-mails and occasionally barking scheduling changes to the men seated behind him.

Magnus looked up and said, “Once in Vandorra, while in public you should both refer to me as either Prince Magnus or Your Royal Highness. Anything else is considered an offense punishable by imprisonment.”

“Sounds like a fabulous country to visit. Can’t imagine why I’ve never been,” Eric said.

“He’s joking.” Rachelle couldn’t imagine such a law could survive in modern society.

“I am not,” Magnus added matter-of-factly before returning to his work.

“It’s going to be fine,” Rachelle assured Eric. “I’m sure Magnus wouldn’t let anything happen to us.”

“Don’t you mean Your Royal Highness, Prince Magnus?” Eric asked dryly. “I’ve never understood the fascination with royalty. I mean, what do they even do? Magnus, tell me, what was the last thing of importance that could actually be attributed to you? You know, outside of redesigning your family’s crest or something.”

Magnus looked up from his laptop and met Eric’s gaze. “Last year, I successfully renegotiated a labor agreement with the European Union to allow free movement of people and payments for Vandorra citizens—vastly reducing unemployment and growing our economy by 2.5 percent. Since I have taken the lead on domestic and foreign policy initiatives, poverty is down, enrollment in universities is up, and our lower crime rates reflect that the needs of my people are being met.”

Eric’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Magnus closed his laptop. “In Vandorra, royals are not figureheads. The welfare of our people depends on us. From the time I could walk, I understood that the survival of my country would one day rest on my shoulders.”

Eric looked mildly impressed, but that was huge for him. It gave Rachelle hope that Magnus could actually convince Eric to sign in to a clinic. It also made Rachelle glad she hadn’t told Eric that she knew anything. The last thing the trip needed was another layer of tension. Eric said, “That’s a lot of pressure to put on a kid. What if you had decided you didn’t want the keys to the kingdom?”

Magnus shrugged. “I wasn’t given the freedom of choice. My mother had only one child.”

“Thankfully I was the second son in our fiefdom,” Eric said. “Brett took over the family business, which allowed me to step away—far, far away—a move that was the best for all of us.”

The sadness in his voice pulled at Rachelle’s heart. “Not all of us, Eric. I needed as much help with Nicolette and Spencer as I could get. I still do.”

Magnus nodded at Rachelle. “She does. Nicolette is a wild one.”

“How do you—” Rachelle started to ask, then shook her head. “I don’t want to know, do I?”

“Probably not,” Magnus said with a shameless smile.

The three of them fell quiet again. She decided it might help for her brother to see, as he opened up, that she wouldn’t come at him as if she knew all the answers. “Until recently I thought I was the only thing holding our family together; then I realized it was perfectly capable of going on without me.” She touched Eric’s arm. “I’m here because I love you, but also because I was hoping you could help me. I thought that getting to know you again might help me find a piece of myself I lost somehow.”

Eric placed his hand over hers. “I didn’t think any of you needed me.”

Rachelle blinked back tears she thought would be too much for the moment. “Well, now you know we do.” Magnus excused himself, saying he needed to use the facilities, allowing Rachelle and Eric to continue their conversation in private. The prince had two sides—one maddening and arrogant, the other surprisingly considerate and supportive.

Eric lapsed into silence before once again meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry I’ve been MIA since you arrived.”

“I understand. It’s not like I didn’t spring my visit on you.”

Let me in, Eric. Please.

“How’s Mom?” Eric asked.

“Better now that she watches Linda twice a week. I had a hard time getting her out of her house before then. Spencer and Hailey have set a wedding date for November. They’re hoping you’ll come. We all are.”

“It’ll depend on my filming schedule.”