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having sex. Or had sex at all for that matter. Isabella wanted to question him further on why he didn’t think she had been a virgin. Wasn’t it still tradition on his island for the royal princess to remain untouched until her wedding day? And why would he think she would disrespect that tradition? Just because she liked to wear her necklines lower and bikinis instead of a beach frock?
    The longer she thought about it, the more her anger festered, and she needed to control her temper if she was to be released from the bedroom. Antonio hadn’t stayed away all night. She heard him return when she was almost asleep, and when he got into bed, he’d pulled her close to him. They’d slept entangled. His heavy arm was still around her when she woke the next morning.
    He hadn’t said much to her when he woke. He told her he needed to meet with his father and would be back after breakfast. As far as she knew, the wedding guests were already gone from the estate, and her own father was leaving at first light. If she didn’t hasten downstairs, she would miss him. After she rushed through a shower, she hurried to dress and ran to the door. Finding it still locked and Antonio gone, she banged on it. Nothing. That’s when she noticed the small breakfast table that had been brought up with a single plate on it. He had grounded her. Like a child!
    Finally, the door opened and Antonio walked in, heading for the washroom. She watched him walk past her without saying a word and thought of several insults to hurl at him. None would get her released, however, and she wanted more than anything to get out of the stuffy bedroom.
    “Antonio, have you eaten?” She decided to go the murder-by-kindness route.
    “Yes. We all had breakfast in the dining room,” he called to her from the washroom over the running water.
    “Who is ‘we all?’” She bounded from her chair and stood at the foot of the bed until he came back into the room. He was dressed in another suit, but with no tie, and the top button of the light blue shirt was unbuttoned, giving her a slight glance at his chest. The man had more muscle than his clothing revealed. He should have unbuttoned another button, or—better yet, seeing as they were in their room—taken his shirt off completely.
    He tucked his hands into the front pockets of his pants and leaned his shoulder against the bathroom door jamb. “My parents and your father and brother.”
    She felt the heat rise up into her cheeks and tears build in her eyes. They would know her humiliation. “Is my father still here?”
    “No. He and your brother left immediately after we ate.” He watched her as she let the information sink in. She half-sat on the bed, trying not to let her anger morph into sadness. She knew her father would be leaving, and her brother, of course, would go with him, but she had hoped to say goodbye. If they’d just finished breakfast, maybe she could still catch him.
    “How long ago was that?” She jumped to her feet, ready to run for the door.
    He looked at his watch casually and shrugged. “An hour ago.”
    “My father left an hour ago, and you didn’t let me say goodbye?” She whispered the accusation.
    “Yes. Did you eat?” He walked past her, giving her a side glance as he moved around her to look at her plate. Although she had moved the contents around, not much food was actually eaten. “You should eat. We are leaving on our trip this afternoon.”
    “Why didn’t you let me say goodbye?” She ignored his comment about their trip.
    “Because you would have begged him to take you home. You would have embarrassed yourself further by demanding to be taken off my island and tucked away in his estates.” He raised an eyebrow, daring her to tell him he was wrong. Which he wasn’t—that had been her plan.
    “Did you tell him you locked me away?” she demanded with a stomp of her foot.
    “Yes and no. I told him you weren’t going to be joining us because your disposition