HOLIDAY ROYALE by Christine Rimmer Read Free Book Online Page B

Taylor high-tops, and off she went, along one corridor and then another, down a couple of flights of stairs and yet another hallway to a side entrance where a uniformed guard took her name and entered it into his handheld device. Then, with a brisk bow, he opened the door for her and out she went into the middle of the Montedoran night.
    It wasn’t that far of a walk to Alice’s villa in the adjacent ward of Monagalla. And she was moving fast, wanting to get there and get the confrontation over with. It wasn’t fun having it out with Noah. He was a great guy, but he had that little problem of being so sure he knew it all—including what was good for Lucy—even when he didn’t. There could be shouting.
    Too bad. She’d fought long and hard for her independence and her big brother could not take it back from her now.
    She found Alice’s villa easily enough. Her high-tops made no noise on the cobbled street. Lucy ran up the stone steps and stood in the glow from the iron fixture above the door, ringing the bell.
    Nobody answered at first. Probably because it was after two in the morning. But she knew they were in there. Where else would they be?
    Finally, after five rings, the door was drawn back. Michelle Thierry, Alice’s assistant and housekeeper, stood on the other side clutching her plain blue robe at the neck, her pale hair flattened on one side, looking half asleep.
    Lucy almost felt guilty. Yeah, okay. She probably should have had it out with Noah earlier—like the first time he’d shot her one of those disapproving looks. Maybe she shouldn’t have spent the previous evening evading him. Two-thirty in the morning wasn’t exactly the best time for a family chat.
    “Miss Lucy,” Michelle said, her voice brisk even though her eyelids drooped sleepily. “What a complete surprise. Is there an emergency?”
    Too late to back down now. Lucy drew herself up. “Sort of—I mean, there is to me. I need to talk to my brother.”
    Michelle blinked away the last cobwebs of sleep and stepped back. “Well, I’ll just go and wake him, why don’t I?”
    “Thank you. That would be excellent.”
    Michelle ushered her into the living area, with its fat, inviting sofas, comfortable chairs and beautiful antiques. “Do make yourself at home. I’ll tell him you’re here.”
    “We already know. Thank you, Michelle,” said Alice from the doorway. She also wore a robe, a gorgeous red silk one painted with flowers and vines. Her brown hair was loose, tangled on her shoulders. Noah, in sweats, his hair looking blenderized and a scowl on his face, stood directly behind her. “Go back to bed,” Alice added softly to Michelle.
    With a nod, the housekeeper left them.
    “What the hell, Lucy?” Noah grumbled as soon as the three of them were alone.
    Alice pulled him down onto the sofa beside her and asked Lucy, “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
    Lucy perched on a chair. “No. I just need to get a few things clear with my brother, that’s all. Then I’ll let you both go back to bed.”
    Noah raked his hair with both hands and grumbled, “Is there some reason this couldn’t wait until morning?”
    She ignored the question and demanded, “Did we or did we not have an agreement about who runs my life?”
    He shook his head and muttered something unpleasant under his breath. Alice sent him a warning look, one he pretended not to catch.
    Lucy let out a hard breath. “Well, since you’re not going to answer me, I’ll answer for you. We do have an agreement. I run my life and you don’t interfere.”
    “Interfere? What? I didn’t—”
    “Don’t say you didn’t, Noah. You know you did. You were giving me dirty looks all night long.”
    He did more grumbling under his breath. Alice took his hand and twined her fingers with his, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t jump in to ease the tension, didn’t take his side just to please him. That Noah’s fiancée didn’t rush to appease him made Lucy love her all the