Page 2 of His Forbidden Kiss


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“I thought I was going to die in here,” she mumbled into the tight, dark space.

A short grunt came from Royce’s throat. “Highly unlikely. Bran’s looking for you.”

“I know.” She pictured the engagement ring and her stomach did another somersault. “This was our last date.”

“What?” Royce’s alarmed question was interrupted by another voice. Bran’s coming from down the corridor.

“Has anyone seen Taylor?”

Since the closet she’d sprinted into was around a corner, Bran hadn’t seen her or his brother yet. Nor would he. She wasn’t ready.

Taylor yanked Royce into the small space and pulled the door shut behind him, lock be damned. Suffocating in here might be better than facing the man who was about to go down on bended knee.

“Hey!” Royce protested as the door clicked. She clapped her hand over his mouth, feeling the barest hint of stubble pushing past a sharp, clean shave—his preference. He reached for her wrist but froze when she gently shushed him. Together, they listened. Her to her erratic pulse sloshing in her ears and just under that, Brannon’s receding voice as he continued his search.

She let out the breath she’d held and became aware of two things. Royce’s long, blunt fingers covering the pulse point at her wrist and the feel of his warm exhalations on her hand that still covered his mouth.

“This is where my parents were engaged.” Taylor’s voice was soft with reminiscence. Royce couldn’t make out her expression in the dim light but he could hear the sadness. “At the Valentine’s Day gala. Mom said it was the most romantic night of her life.”

His heart ached for Taylor and her mother. Losing Charles had been hard on all of them. The Knoxes and Thompsons had practically been family since Royce was in grade school.

“That’s probably why he did it,” she tacked on glumly. Before Royce could wonder if she’d found out about the surprise, she confirmed with, “Brannon.”

Gently, he pulled her hand away from his mouth, the soft scent of her perfume tickling his nose. She smelled good—she always had whenever he’d been this close to her, which was a rare occasion. Charles had seen to that.

“You know,” he said. “About the proposal.”

“Not until very recently, but yes.”

And she didn’t sound the least bit happy about it. He couldn’t dredge up surprise at hearing that. She’d been dating his younger brother for what? On and off for three weeks? When Brannon came to show him the ring, Royce’s reaction had been immediate and it hadn’t been favorable. Brannon led with his heart and Royce was more of a numbers guy, so he’d stuck to what he knew and told his brother the truth. Seems soon in the time line for that, Bran.

“It’s too soon,” Taylor echoed now and Royce could swear the feeling in his chest was akin to relief. Bran’s plan to propose was a mistake. Anyone should date longer than three weeks before stepping into engagement territory.

“It was supposed to be a surprise. Who blew it?”

“I saw Bran admiring the ring.”

“She’s a beauty,” Royce said of the diamond solitaire that was God only knew how many carats.

“He showed you?” She sounded almost anguished.

He released her wrist and felt for a light switch, which he found after a few failed attempts and moving Taylor one step left and then right. Once the light clicked on he could see three things: empty hangers, plastic bins containing, according to the labels, holiday Decorations, and Taylor’s expression: simultaneously distraught and beautiful. The beauty he was used to; distraught was a new look for her.

Shoulder-length dark blond hair swept up for the event, her lips painted a shade of pink darker than her usual. Taylor fit into the world of class and wealth as well as any of them. They were accustomed to attending events like this one—to being trussed and preening for the elders in their midst. Royce had grown used to the game over the decades. He’d been groomed on how to behave—in life, at work. It came as second nature to him now. He supposed Taylor could say the same.

Even her sparkling gown couldn’t hide the ribbon of seriousness strung through her, the ambition she couldn’t mask with glitz and glam. That, in part, was why Bran’s suggestion to marry her had taken Royce by such surprise. They’d seemed an odd fit from the start. Taylor was like an unofficial sister, a little older than their actual sister, Gia.

But then, he hadn’t had a chance to think of Taylor any differently before her father declared her off-limits.

When Bran was insistent about continuing with the proposal, Royce accepted that he might not know Bran or Taylor as well as he’d thought. That maybe they were in love after all.

Until right now. Taylor didn’t seem like a woman in love. Not with her breathing approaching fast to erratic and that note of worry in her voice. Royce wasn’t the only one who believed an engagement was a bad idea.

“It’s hot in here. Try the knob.” She didn’t wait for him, shoving him aside and twisting the knob back and forth. When that didn’t work, she slapped the door, letting out a growl when it didn’t magically swing open.

He put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to quell her anxiety, which was due to more than being trapped in a closet. “It’s a country club teeming with people, Taylor. Someone will come around in a few minutes. Take a deep breath.”

“I can’t. I’m wearing Spanx.”

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