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“Oh, Nic.” Olivia was at his side, her soft hand gentle on his     arm. “I’m sorry you are in so much pain. And what happened to your rocket and     that man’s death are a horrible tragedy, but you can’t let that get in the way     of your happiness with Brooke.”

Gabriel grabbed his other arm and gave him a shake. “And you     really don’t belong here.”

“Yes, I do. The country needs an heir to the throne.” But his     protest was cut short as Olivia and Gabriel shared a moment of intense nonverbal     communication. “What’s going on?”

Olivia shifted her gaze to Nic and offered him a sympathetic     head tilt. “We can’t get into specifics...”

“About what?” There was obviously an important secret being     kept from him and Nic didn’t like being left out.

The crown prince’s lips quirked in a wry smile. “What if as the     future leader of your country I order you to return to California, resume work     on your rocket ship and marry the mother of your child?”

Nic spent a long moment grappling with his conscience. He’d     come to grips with sacrificing his happiness for the sake of the country and     although it had torn him apart to let Brooke go, he’d known it was for the     greater good of Sherdana and his family.

Now, however, his brother was offering him a way out. No, Nic     amended. Gabriel was directing him to forsake his duty and chase his dreams all     the way back to California. The walls he’d erected to garrison his misery began     to crumble. He sucked in a ragged breath. Permission to marry Brooke and raise     their child with her. The chance to complete his dream of space travel. All on a     silver platter compliments of his brother. It was too much.

But as he scrutinized Gabriel’s confident posture and observed     the secret smile that lit Olivia’s eyes, he sensed that whatever was going on,     these two were well in control of the country’s future.

Nic offered Gabriel a low bow, his throat tight. “Naturally,     I’d do whatever my crowned prince commands.”

* * *

On her way to the Mojave Air and Space Port to visit her     brother, Brooke took a familiar detour and drove past the house Nic had rented     for the past three years. The place looked as deserted as ever. Nic hadn’t spent     much time there, sometimes not even sleeping in his own bed for days at a     stretch because the couch in his workroom was within arm’s reach of his     project.

Still, when she could get him to take time off, they’d often     had fun barbecuing in the backyard or drinking beer on the front porch while     they stared at the stars and Nic opened up about what he and Glen hoped one day     to accomplish.

Brooke stomped on the accelerator and her Prius picked up     speed. Those days were behind her now that Nic was back in Sherdana, but at     least she had the memories.

A ten-minute drive through town brought her to the hangar where     Glen and his team were working on the new rocket. Brooke hadn’t been here since     the day Nic had broken off with her and she was surprised how little work had     been done. From what Glen had told her, the inflow of cash hadn’t dried up after     the first Griffin had exploded. In fact, the mishap had alerted several     new investors who’d promised funding for the project.

Brooke spent several minutes walking around the platform that     held the skeleton of the Griffin II, her footsteps echoing around the     empty hangar. She wasn’t accustomed to this level of inactivity and wondered if     she’d misunderstood her brother’s text, asking her to meet him at the airfield     rather than at his house.

As she made her way to the back of the facility where the     workrooms and labs were set up, Brooke detected faint strains of music and     figured her brother had gotten caught up in something and lost track of time.     Except the music wasn’t coming from Glen’s office, but from Nic’s former     workroom.

The wave of sorrow that swarmed over her stopped Brooke in her     tracks. Someone had obviously been hired to replace Nic on the team and had been     given his office. The shock of it made her dizzy, but she quickly rationalized     the unsteadiness away. How could she expect forward progress on the rocket     without someone taking on the fuel delivery system Nic had abandoned? With the     exception of her brother, no one else on the team could match Nic’s brilliance     or comprehend the intricacies of his design. Someone new would have to be     brought in.

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