Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,3
the natural spring’s “holy waters” that bubbled up in the churchyard fountain, was a huge outfit on the Portuguese mainland with several farms, ranches and vineyards. His mother, the Dowager Duchess, still lived there in a smaller house on the property. Two of his sisters and their families lived nearby and the other two were at university in London and Lisbon, respectively.
“I’ve barely been alone to take a coffee break, much less waste my youth. Besides, isn’t that the speech the disappointed father gives to a dissolute son who wanders back after blowing all his money on wine, women and song?”
Benedito grabbed his wallet, yanking out a handful of euros. “Here, take my money and waste it. Waste it on wine, women and song. You are like the virgin who chooses the convent before she can experience life.”
“Ah…” Frank pushed the money away in disgust and Benedito shook it at him. “Stop shoving your money at me.”
A middle-aged male clerk walked around the corner, eyeing them with interest. Frank groaned and grabbed some seeds. “No, Ben, you don’t have to pay for these, I’ll pay.”
Disappointed, the clerk wandered away. Benedito let out a wheezing laugh. “If only you were here with a beautiful lady, he wouldn’t have gotten the wrong idea.”
Frank rolled his eyes. Maybe he could text his sisters for some paint ideas. “Come on, old man, let’s get some coffee.”
“Ah, you finally have a good idea.” Benedito slapped him on the back.
Frank followed him out of the hardware store and down the street to a café where equally wizened men lounged around tables and eyed the surprisingly scantily clad local girls walking around. He didn’t remember seeing quite so much exposed flesh in his last visits to the Azores and mentioned it to Ben.
The older man gave him an amused glance as he sipped his thick black coffee. “You sound like a cranky grandma. All they do is complain about the racy Brazilian soap operas influencing the girls nowadays, but the old ladies watch them all the same. Why not just enjoy the view?”
Frank shrugged. Girls half his age were children, not women. “Like I told you, I have Paulinha on my mind.”
“Ah.” He was uncharacteristically silent.
“What does ah mean?”
“Let me be blunt, Franco.”
“How could I prevent it?” he murmured.
“Do not settle for a marriage without fire.”
Well, he hadn’t expected that. “What are you, a couples’ counselor?”
“And how long have you been married, you young punk?” He took another sip. “You know I don’t like to interfere…”
Frank almost snorted hot coffee out of his nose. “Since when?”
“Shut up and listen—this is serious. You would be miserable with her—not because she is not a nice woman, but because you are not in love with her.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because you are fifteen hundred kilometers away on an island with an old man and not back on the mainland with her.”
Frank made a dismissive gesture. “I have business here, not in Portugal.”
“So you can’t buy her a ticket to come with you? Are you too cheap or do you not want her here?”
He knew he was beat. “Love can come later.”
“Or not at all.”
“Enough about me. We have other errands to do.” Benedito was one of his oldest friends and mentors, but he wasn’t Frank’s first choice for a romance advisor. Especially when what he said cut too close to the bone.
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From the website of Fashionista Magazine:
The Royal Review
FASHIONISTA MAGAZINE IS thrilled to bring you The Royal Review—a hot new blog devoted to the upcoming wedding of Princess Stefania of Vinciguerra and her über-sexy, über-famous groom, Count Dieter von Thalberg, international soccer star. In less than two months, the stunning couple will say their “I do’s” in the magnificent cathedral tucked away in the tiny, exclusive principality of Vinciguerra high in the Italian mountains.
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One juicy detail—in a huge break from tradition, Princess Stefania will not have any brides-maids—she’ll have bridesmen! Her brother Giorgio, Lily’s husband Jacques and their friend Francisco Duarte, Duke of Santas