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“Not tonight,” Alejandro said. “I have a prior engagement.”
Yes, he did. She bit back a smile. In two hours and twenty-two minutes she would meet him at a private dock. The map, a headlamp and everything else she needed were sitting inside a duffel bag she’d found in her closet this afternoon.
“Blonde or brunette?” Brandt asked.
Alejandro laughed at the innuendo. “I wish I could say differently, but unfortunately it’s not that kind of…engagement.”
Jules tried to figure out what Alejandro meant. That he wished he were seeing a different woman or he wished he were meeting her under different circumstances? Not that he would or she could. But still…
“You can meet me at a club later,” Brandt said.
Alejandro glanced her way. “Maybe I will.”
“No.” The two men looked at her with surprised expressions. Jules’s heart dropped to her feet. She hadn’t meant to say the word out loud. “I mean, do you know how long you’ll be, Alejandro? Brandt might not want to stick around one club waiting for you to show up.”
Brandt shook his head. “Stop being such a big sister, Jules. He can text me when he arrives.”
“Oh, right,” she said. “You know how often I go clubbing.”
“You’ve never been to a club,” Brandt said.
She’d never been allowed to go. She always wondered if her bodyguards were more concerned protecting her or ensuring she remained a virgin so her father could use that in marriage negotiations. “Exactly.”
“Your sister’s correct, though,” Alejandro said. “I have no idea how long I’ll be. I may not make it.”
Brandt shrugged. “More lovely ladies for me.”
“Save some for us tomorrow night.”
Her brother grinned. “You’re on.”
Jules didn’t want to think about tomorrow and the life waiting for her as Enrique’s bride and future queen. She wanted tonight to last forever. She wanted it to start now.
She rose from the table. “Good night, gentlemen. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“I hope you’re not too bored here alone,” Brandt said.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be bored at all.” Her gaze met Alejandro’s for a moment. “Tonight is exactly what I need.”
CHAPTER FIVE
TWO HOURS LATER, Jules stood in the walk-in closet in her room. The headlamp she wore illuminated the dark space. She wore sailing clothes two sizes too big, a short, dark wig and a cap. She clutched a map in her left hand. With a steadying breath, she searched for the hidden latch with a trembling right hand.
She’d never disobeyed her father or anyone else for that matter. She’d never come close to doing anything illicit unless you counted eating an entire bag of chocolate in one sitting. But this…
Her heart pounded against her chest.
You’re in experienced hands, Princess.
Alejandro’s words gave her a needed boost of courage.
Jules’s fingers brushed across something. She sucked in a breath. The latch. She pressed the small, narrow lever. Something squealed. She stepped backward. A secret door opened to reveal a staircase.
Her insides quivered with a mix of nerves and excitement and a little fear.
She stood at the threshold and glanced down the pitch-black stairwell. The headlamp illuminated the narrow steps.
Jules ventured forward onto the first step with a slight hesitation. Nerves bubbled in her tummy. She found a latch on the inside of the passageway and closed the secret door.
The steep staircase led to a tunnel that looked as if it had been there for decades, possibly a century or more. She wondered what the tunnel had been used for in the past. Had other princesses used it to escape?
Her feet carried her across a packed dirt floor. Weathered, thick wood beams reinforced the walls and ceiling. The map said the tunnel was two kilometers long. The distance felt longer with the inky shadows stretching out in front of her.
Something gray darted across the floor at the edge of the headlamp beam.
Her breath caught in her throat. She shivered with a sense of foreboding. Nothing like being in an underground tunnel with rodents for companionship.
Not rodents, she corrected. Mice.
