Once Upon a King

Cara Phillips.

He’d known her name without knowing he’d known it. Just another indication that he was right—that this woman was his destiny.

And now she’d come to him.

What more proof did he need?

“Michael?” Marstel asked, concern still filling his voice.

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine now,” he assured his friend.

Everything was fine.

He didn’t have to find his cara mia.

She’d found him.

Cara got off the plane and breathed deeply. Parker used to say no place smelled quite the same as Eliason.

Maybe she was right. But at the moment, all Cara could smell was the plane’s fuel. It made her stomach move a bit south of where it belonged.

She forced herself to ignore the feeling. She didn’t have time to be ill. She was about to meet Parker’s family—to meet royalty.

She shouldn’t be nervous. After all, Parker was royal. Tanner was royal. And with their marriages, even Jace and Shey would be royal.

Through her years of friendship with Parker, Cara had learned that royalty wasn’t always all it was cracked up to be. As a teen, Parker had been tabloid fodder, hounded and exploited. But through all of it, she’d had the support of her parents. Two people who put their family before their royal duties. And despite wishing their daughter was coming home to stay, they put her happiness first as well.

They’d always sounded wonderful to Cara, which was why she refused to be nervous about meeting Parker’s very royal family and staying in an honest-to-goodness castle. Parker had shown her pictures, and Cara had memorized them. Not really a moat-and-turret sort of castle. It looked more like a huge, gigantic mansion. Gray stone, ornate gardens and one small tower off the west wing.

Parker said she’d never visited all the rooms.

Cara wondered if she could manage it during her month-long visit.

Probably not. She had her work cut out for her. She was here to be a voice, to see to it the double wedding didn’t become a sideshow, that it remained the small intimate ceremony her two best friends envisioned.

She was a woman on a mission. There was no time for exploring. And there was certainly no room to be nervous, she warned the butterflies in her stomach. After all, if she wanted to be nervous about something, she had bigger worries ahead of her.

She walked off the ramp and scanned the area, looking for someone who looked like they were looking for someone they didn’t know. She wasn’t sure who was picking her up. Parker just said someone would meet her.

She hefted her carry-on over her shoulder and started following the crowd.

“Cara mia,” came a voice from behind her.

Cara stopped in her tracks and stood stone-still. She felt a jolt pulse through her body, weakening her knees. All the oxygen whooshed from her lungs.

Could someone asphyxiate from surprise?

No, this was more than surprise.

Shock.

Could she asphyxiate from shock?

She didn’t want to look, couldn’t stand to be disappointed, but somehow she managed to turn, to see for herself.

Mike.

Mike King in Eliason?

“You?” she said, her voice soft because, after all, it was hard to speak when you had no air in your body.

“Me,” he said with a huge smile.

It almost looked as if the fink was happy to see her.

“I found you,” he said.

The sense of hope disappeared in an instant as Cara remembered what Mike King had done.

The jerk.

The creep.

The love-’em-and-leave-’em cad.

Cara knew she was a quiet woman, reserved and shy. But she forgot for a second as she publicly snubbed the smiling Lothario.

“Leave me alone,” she said and then turned on her heels and marched away.

She wasn’t sure where she was going, but it didn’t matter. She just wanted to get away from Mike King, the man who’d shown her one amazing night of passion.

Mike King, the father of her baby.

“Cara, where are you going?” he asked, obviously ignoring her command.

Maybe she hadn’t been clear. She whirled around and faced him.

“Where I go is none of your concern. I want you to forget you ever met me, because believe me, I forgot you the morning I woke up alone in that hotel room.”

Okay, so that was a lie.

Not just some little white lie.

A whopper of a lie.

But for the first time in her life, Cara didn’t feel guilty about avoiding the truth. After all, she was crossing her fingers as she said the words, and the creep deserved to think he was so easily forgotten.

She’d never tell him that not a day went by that she didn’t think of him. Not a night went by that she didn’t dream of him.