Prowl the Night (17 page)
Authors: Crystal Jordan
It was a damn shame, but Rafe always made a point of hugging Ben, ruffling his hair, and accepting any kind of affection he was willing to reach out and offer. It wouldn't surprise Rafe if he was the only person in the world Ben was completely comfortable offering even a simple hug to.
They were greeted by the scent of fresh-baked sweets as soon as they entered Isabel's domain. Rafe's mouth watered, and it hit him how many hours had passed since he'd had a real meal. Burning energy the way he had with Teresa probably hadn't helped, but given the choice, he'd do the same again.
“Welcome back, Rafe!” Isabel grinned from where she stood icing cinnamon buns. He brushed a kiss to her cheek and helped himself to the buffet along one counter that was always loaded with food for Pride members who might want a bite. As good as the sweets smelled, he could probably use something besides sugar.
He set his food on a bar that overlooked Isabel's workstation and sat on the stool beside Ben's. The other man looked inordinately pleased with himself to have a steaming cinnamon bun in front of him.
“So, tell me about Egypt.” Isabel glanced up from her work and grinned. “Sing for your supper.”
Rafe laughed and regaled her between bites, while Ben interjected his own observations about Cairo. They had the blond woman cracking up and putting down her tube of icing to sit with them. She brought them all a cup of coffee, and they whiled away the better part of an hour just catching up.
“Oh, damn!” Isabel jumped up and bustled around the kitchen, loading up a silver serving tray with cinnamon buns and a carafe of coffee. “I'm going to take this in to Antonio and the Spanish Pride heir, and I'll be back.” The blonde offered a dimpled smile that didn't quite hide the trepidation in her eyes. “Don't tell any good stories without me.”
The mention of Antonio and Teresa brought Rafe to his feet. He had the tray out of Isabel's hands before he'd even put a coherent thought to what he intended to do. He flashed a grin he hoped was charming. “Ah, why don't you let me do this for you? You've got a banquet to cook at every meal during this summit, and grumpy politicians who aren't getting their way during the negotiations.”
He was already backing toward the door while she stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had, but he'd lay blame for it squarely at Teresa's feet.
But relief crossed Isabel's expression. She didn't want to deal with anyone from Spain, and Rafe didn't blame her. He, however, had suddenly gained an immense interest in all things Spanish.
“Okay, well. Have fun.” The look on Ben's face was more knowing and amused than anything else. “Try watching where you're goingâyou're less likely to fall flat on your face.”
Fall flat on his face by making an idiot of himself over a woman, which is what Ben didn't say. Rafe threw him a dirty look. “Thanks a lot.”
Shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Ben toasted him with his coffee mug. “Anytime, brother.”
Rafe turned his back before he started defending his bizarre behavior. That would take an explanation he didn't want to make.
Then again, considering he had no idea what the hell he was doing, he had his own doubts about whether he'd fall flat on his face. This was not how he'd expected things to go when he'd gotten off the plane today.
Good thing he liked the unexpected, right?
3
S
he'd had to wait almost an hour before Antonio had showed up. The twins had joined her in the leader's office but had spent most of the time watching her with thinly veiled suspicion in their gazes. She tried to relax, tried to take in the comfortably worn decor of the office. If she ignored the men, then she'd imagine this was a room one could be at ease in.
he'd had to wait almost an hour before Antonio had showed up. The twins had joined her in the leader's office but had spent most of the time watching her with thinly veiled suspicion in their gazes. She tried to relax, tried to take in the comfortably worn decor of the office. If she ignored the men, then she'd imagine this was a room one could be at ease in.
A sigh slipped from her. It wasn't as if she didn't understand the suspicion. Her father had made it very clear that he didn't want anything to do with this peace summit. They had to be asking themselves why she was here and how she'd changed her father's mind about sending a delegate.
But how could she
not
be here? Something of this magnitude had never happened in the Prides before. There were three-day sessions on a variety of topics and the whole thing spanned several weeks. Trade rights would be hammered out, peace treaties would be signed, new Seconds would be selected for three different Pridesâthere might never again be such an opportunity to sway Pride politics.
not
be here? Something of this magnitude had never happened in the Prides before. There were three-day sessions on a variety of topics and the whole thing spanned several weeks. Trade rights would be hammered out, peace treaties would be signed, new Seconds would be selected for three different Pridesâthere might never again be such an opportunity to sway Pride politics.
Ric cocked his wrist to look at his watch. “Antonio will be out of his meeting with the Australian delegate soon. He'll be in to greet you shortly.”
It was the longest speech either of them had made since she'd met them at the airport. Either their reputation for being gregarious was wildly exaggerated or they didn't think she was worth the effort to be polite. She was fairly certain she knew which option was the correct one.
A small commotion sounded from a side door to the office. That would be Antonio, she assumed. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, preparing to meet the Pride leader who had the greatest reason to dislike her, just for being a Garcia.
The door swung open and a man walked through who looked enough like the twins that there was no doubt about his identity. Teresa rose from her seat and offered a formal nod befitting a Pride leader.
“
Hola,
Antonio.” She offered him a hand to shake, made sure her grip was firm. She was grateful he didn't try to show off his machismo by squeezing her hand hard enough to break it. He wouldn't have been the first Panther male to try, and she refused to back down and start flinching and crying from the pain. They'd have to try a lot harder than that.
Hola,
Antonio.” She offered him a hand to shake, made sure her grip was firm. She was grateful he didn't try to show off his machismo by squeezing her hand hard enough to break it. He wouldn't have been the first Panther male to try, and she refused to back down and start flinching and crying from the pain. They'd have to try a lot harder than that.
Instead, Antonio's demeanor matched hers, brisk and professional, with no unnecessary power plays or shows of dominance. It made her suspicious. Felines were well-known for playing such games, and she had no idea if he was just toying with her before he struck. She had to stay on her toes and keep her guard up.
“It's good to meet you, Teresa. Have a seat.” He arched his eyebrows at his younger brothers. “I think we can take it from here, gentlemen.”
Diego opened his mouth to protest, but Antonio held up his hand. The twins frowned, but obeyed and exited in short order. She drew in a deep breath, ignored the knot of anxiety in her chest, and assumed a relaxed pose in her chair. It wasn't entirely natural, but she could fake it well enough that no one who didn't know her would be able to tell.
Antonio sat behind his wide wooden desk. He examined her for a moment, tapping his fingers against an ink blotter. “I don't think I need to tell you that the success of this summit is important to me.”
In other words, if she hadn't come to play well with the other kids on the playground, then she could go home. She settled back and crossed her legs. “I'll be blunt, sir, if you don't mind.”
His brows rose, surprise crossing his face. He waved his hand. “I prefer it.”
“Good.” Of course, she'd heard that about him, and she'd done her homework on how to deal with every person who was scheduled to attend this summit. She'd made certain to meet all of them while on her tour of the Prides, learned what made them tick. She was the new kid on the block, and on many levels she was working at a disadvantage. The only thing she hadn't anticipated was actually finding a mate. She hadn't seen Rafe coming. She stuffed that thought away, and the shiver of awareness it caused. That was a problem for another time. “I'm here to play a part in what I believe could shape the Panther world for decades to come. I'm not going to cause problemsâin fact, I think this summit is a brilliant idea.”
“Thank you.” He narrowed his gaze as if reassessing her. Good, she wanted to keep people on their toes. He blew out a breath. “I'm honestly surprised your father allowed anyone from his Pride to come here.”
She folded her hands in her lap. “I support my father's leadership and policies, but my views are somewhat different on certain issues.”
Namely, anything that had to do with the African or North American Prides. Discomfort twisted inside her when she thought about why the bad blood had developed between her Pride and theirs. She didn't like to think about that time or of what had become of her brother. She hadn't been present at the event, but it had changed her life forever.
Because now she was living the life that should have belonged to Enrique. She quashed the thought, stuffing it deep down inside of her soul. Dwelling on what couldn't be changed was pointless. Best to focus on what was in front of her.
Antonio watched her silently, and she forced herself not to fidget, to meet his gaze as if she were his equal rather than some second-rate leading-family lackey. He steepled his fingers together under his chin. “Most of the delegates are a bit older than you are.”
“Experienced, you mean.”
A small smile curved his lips. “Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”
“It was me or it was no one.” She could only hope she did well enough that “no one” wasn't the better option.
“Cesar Benhassi is representing his own Pride. He didn't send a delegate.” His gaze pinned her in place, his intent stare one that only a feline could manage.
“The African Pride was the first stop on my tour of the various dens.” She shrugged delicately. “It seemed sensible, as it's the closest geographically to Spain.”
She'd also done it to make a political statement about her intention to end the tensions between her Pride and any other. Her movements were always watched, analyzed, and she knew it. They had been when she'd just been Fernando Garcia's second child, and even more intensely now that she was his heir. So, she'd used that to her advantage.
“I see.” And it was obvious Antonio did see exactly what she'd done. A glint of what might have been respect sparked to life in his gaze. “Well, you missed the ball last night, but the major negotiations don't begin until sundown.”
“I understand, sir.” She'd need to get some sleep today and be in top form. Any misstep could be a disaster for her people, and she felt that knot in her belly twist tighter.
Panther politics were often vicious and deadly. There had been times when infighting had wiped out Prides completely. Most leaders worked hard to establish a clear line of succession in order to be certain the transfer of power from one generation to the next went smoothly and caused no bloodshed. Even that didn't always work. At one time, it wasn't unheard of for a younger child to kill off the heir in order to become leader.
Now, things were typically more civilized, or at least less bloody. But even in the last century, they had all had a clear view of exactly what happened when the transfer of power didn't go smoothly. The African Pride leader had died without an heir, after killing off those who contested his authority, and when he passed, every member who had even the slightest claim to leadership made a bid for power. The result had devolved into civil war, killing most of the Pride and sending the survivors fleeing for asylum in other Prides.
It had only been in the last six months that Benhassi had re-formed the nucleus of the African Pride, and he'd had to negotiate in order to get his claim recognized by the other Pride leaders. He'd had to convince those who had once been in the Pride to come back, to lure their children away from the other Prides.
A short knock sounded on the double doors behind her, and she fought a groan as Rafe's scent intensified. She could sense him in the mansion, and she'd been steadfastly trying not to think about him and what they'd done together in her suite. How she was going to sleep in there without going mad with the memories, she didn't know.
“Antonio, Teresa.” Rafe came in balancing a tray on one palm. He slid it onto the desk that dominated the room. “I talked Isabel into letting me bring you some sustenance.”
Isabel. The woman Teresa's brother had attacked. The woman now mated into the leading family of this Pride. Teresa had grown up in the same Pride with her. They'd
both
grown up in the same Pride as Antonio's wife, Solana, but Teresa had never been close with the older girls. Neither of them had been well-served by the Spanish Pride, Teresa admitted, and in Isabel's case, she bore part of the blame. Relief washed through her that she didn't have to deal with that on top of everything else today. She would need to eventually, but not now.
both
grown up in the same Pride as Antonio's wife, Solana, but Teresa had never been close with the older girls. Neither of them had been well-served by the Spanish Pride, Teresa admitted, and in Isabel's case, she bore part of the blame. Relief washed through her that she didn't have to deal with that on top of everything else today. She would need to eventually, but not now.
“You should try the cinnamon buns. I'm sure after all the energy you've expended today, you could use the sugar boost.” Rafe's smile held just a hint of wickedness when he handed her a plate with a huge bun smothered in white icing. “You know, from the long flight.”
“You flew in from Egypt,” she pointed out. “That's not a short trip.”
“Well, I'd love a cinnamon bun, too. Thanks for the invitation.”
Antonio rubbed a hand over his mouth to hide a grin when Rafe snagged an extra coffee mug off the wooden sidebar and served himself along with everyone else.
“Thanks, Rafe.” Antonio's gaze flicked between the two of them. “The twins mentioned you met our roving goodwill ambassador at the airport.”
Rafe chuckled, and even the sound of it was warm and inviting. Some part of her relaxed in a way that hadn't unwound since she'd left his side. She didn't like to admit it, but it was reassuring to have someone there with her. Rafe gestured with the hand holding his coffee. “Hardly. I leave the politics to others and just focus on my job. Travel writing is the best of all worlds. I trot around the globe and then I get to tell stories about it.”
“Sometimes exaggerated stories.” Antonio sipped his drink. “And they always leave out the part where you occasionally shift into a cat.”
“A little artistic license to fine-tune my narrative. It's a necessary evil.” Rafe shrugged, the good humor in his expression inviting everyone to let go of any tension and just enjoy the moment. She had a feeling that was how he operated on most days. She was curious to find out if she was right, and scolded herself for wondering about him at all. They'd had sex, that was all. Panthers were highly sensual beings, so this was hardly a first for either of them. She didn't want to be mated, so the best idea would be to go no further than she had already. If they never marked each other, they could still live apart. If they never claimed each other, this was no more than a simple affair. They could avoid the madness that came from losing a marked mate.
The Panther inside her shrieked in denial at the very concept.
Mate
. The instinct clamored again, demanding she acknowledge what her mind didn't want.
Mate
. The instinct clamored again, demanding she acknowledge what her mind didn't want.
Antonio shook his head at Rafe. “And they say you write nonfiction.”
“I just tell the story as I saw it.” He popped a piece of the pastry into his mouth. “That
is
nonfiction.”
is
nonfiction.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The Pride leader flapped his hand. “The truth, but not the whole truth.”
“Coming from a politician, that admonishment is rich.” Rafe stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankle. “The problem with travel writing is you have to frame the story in an engaging way. If I gave the whole truth, right up to and including what I have for breakfast each day, I'd bore the crap out of myself . . .
and
my readers. Only so much detail needs to be in there, just the parts that are important to the one incident I'm talking about. Plus, I can use those other details in different pieces. One trip can give me fodder for a half a dozen stories.”
and
my readers. Only so much detail needs to be in there, just the parts that are important to the one incident I'm talking about. Plus, I can use those other details in different pieces. One trip can give me fodder for a half a dozen stories.”
“Fascinating.” The word was out of her mouth before she thought better of it. But it
was
fascinating. This man's life was just so far outside her realm of experience. He had a point in that politicians did frame the truthâor bald-faced liesâto suit their own ends, but other than that, their jobs were nothing alike. She disliked writing anything longer than a brief or memo, and she certainly had no desire to do it for a living, but his ability to travel on a whim was enviable. Even before she'd been heir, she'd had no such freedoms. She'd even gone to university in Barcelona instead of another city in Europe in order to remain close to the den.
was
fascinating. This man's life was just so far outside her realm of experience. He had a point in that politicians did frame the truthâor bald-faced liesâto suit their own ends, but other than that, their jobs were nothing alike. She disliked writing anything longer than a brief or memo, and she certainly had no desire to do it for a living, but his ability to travel on a whim was enviable. Even before she'd been heir, she'd had no such freedoms. She'd even gone to university in Barcelona instead of another city in Europe in order to remain close to the den.
Rafe's gaze moved over her face. “I'd be happy to tell you anything you want to know about me.”
She flinched, looking away. There was no way she could offer him the same promise. Anything he wanted to know? No. There were family secrets that had the power to make her heart wrench in her chest. Things no one who wasn't a Garcia should know.
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