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month and a half.
    Pulling her in close, his gaze fixed on the lips that had haunted his dreams. “ Invece. It is so good to hold you again.”
    “Yes.”
    Then they were kissing. He knew it was a risk, just as his time with her in Rome had been. If pictures of them together hit the tabloids, his family would be furious; but in this moment, as much as Mich was aware of his duty and the repercussions of discovery, he could not have let Kiki go if a whole horde of reporters showed up.
    She was necessary in a way no woman had ever been.
    “How long are you here for?” she demanded after the first fervid kisses.
    “I have business in New York for the next week.”
    “A whole week?” she asked, her eyes glistening with emotion that wrapped itself around his heart.
    “ Sì , invece. A full week.” She just melted against him, hugging him so tight he knew she felt the same.
    “I love you, too,”
    “What?” He had not told her he loved her.
    Though he did.
    “I know what invece means. I looked up Sicilian endearments on the Net. Invece means beloved. That means you love me.”
    “ Sì. T’amu. ”
    She sighed, contentment pouring off of her. “We’re going to make this work.”
    “Somehow.”
    She nodded against his chest. “But right now, we’re just going to enjoy each other, right?”
    “Right.” She did not graduate for another month.
    That was time enough to start looking at solutions, for him to tell her about the part of him that was Principe Vittoro, for them to meet each other’s families. It might be selfish, but he was not yet ready to share Kiki with his family, was not entirely sure they would meet her with open arms.
    He was heir to the throne. An unspoken expectation existed that he would marry from within their extensive circle, preferably a woman of Sicilian or Italian heritage. A woman from his own country of Isole dei Re would be even better but not expected.
    An American like his aunts? That might be fine for his younger brother or sister but not Principe Vittoro.
    Now was not the time to dwell on the problems of the future however. He had one week to spend with the woman he loved, and he was going to make the most of it.
    * * *
    Kiki curled into Mich’s side. He flew back to Europe tomorrow, but the past week had been the most amazing one of her life. He’d spoiled her rotten. They hadn’t gone out much, neither one of them wanting to share the other with strangers at a theater, or even friends.
    The time they had spent together in his suite had been amazing. He’d had special meals catered, rented first-run movies to watch on the drop-down screen of the suite’s main living area.
    Kiki had had another reason for keeping things low profile. She hadn’t told her parents about Mich yet and wasn’t ready to, either. Her dad defined overprotective. She didn’t want Miguel Menendez unleashing his people on Mich, doing a background check that made the invasiveness of the paparazzi seem downright friendly in comparison.
    She didn’t want to learn things about Mich from a dossier. She wanted to get to know him the old-fashioned way, and so far that was working really great.
    They knew the important stuff about each other. They were in love. And when the time was right, they’d bring their families into it.
    She rubbed her hand along his flank, wanting to make love at least one more time before he left. She’d gone on the birth control patch when she had returned to New York, and they’d been able to forego condoms after sharing all-clear test results.
    It was amazing. Intimate in a way she never would have expected. She’d never realized how different that layer of latex felt psychologically.
    Yes, the physical sensations were slightly better, but it was the loss of the mental barrier that made her feel so much closer to him.
    * * *
    Mich attended Kiki’s graduation, prepared to meet her parents, but worried about the fact she still didn’t know he was a prince. Regardless, reality