He gave her a wintry smile. "I care more for my cousin Alexandra than I do for anyone else in my family."
"That's so sad." Her round face looked unhappy. "Weren't you lonely?"
"I suppose. I had my books and my studies. I didn't need much more than that."
Her hand reached out and touched his.
Griffin grew uncomfortable with her sympathy. "At any rate, my father died when I was fifteen, and my brother, George, became the duke, which made him even more insufferable than he already was. When I was finished with my studies at Eton, I was called home for a time, but it was rather . . . miserable." He paused, thinking of George's angry rages about money, his new wife who cried because he never came home, his mother's icy demeanor that cared more for the hem of his coat than if Griffin was happy. The constant royal functions and scrutiny. "I asked to go to college in the States. My mother was appalled at the thought, but I would not be budged. At the time, I wanted to get as far away from my family and Bellissime as possible, and I thought the States would be the perfect place to do it."
"They must have finally let you go," Maylee commented.
"Mmm. Eventually. I did, however, have to forfeit all claim to the throne in order to leave, though. My mother was convinced that Bellissime wouldn't approve of a States-bred king, never mind that I was ninth in line and would never see the throne unless a plague descended upon the royal house." His mouth twitched and he looked over at Maylee. "I'd say the joke is on her, considering that Luke Houston will be the next king of Bellissime."
Maylee wasn't laughing, though. Her face wore an expression of sympathy.
"So I forfeited any claim on the throne, abdicated all my titles. My mother had the queen dissolve my original title and my inheritance returned to George's hands, which made him far more amenable to sending me off to the States once that happened. I was given the title of Viscount Montagne Verdi since it wouldn't do for Mother to have a mere 'mister' for a son." He smiled thinly. "And so I moved to the States and never went back."
"And you made truckloads of money," Maylee said. "And rubbed their noses in it."
He laughed. "I made truckloads of money," he agreed. "And then I paid off all of Mother and George's debts."
Her brows drew together. "Why?"
"Family loyalty, I suppose." Though sometimes, he wondered why he did so. It certainly hadn't improved things with Mother or George. If anything, they resented him more for carving his own path and ending up incredibly wealthy.
"Your family sounds like a bunch of jerks, Griff."
"They're titled. They can't be jerks. Snobs and ass**les, yes. Jerks, no."
She laughed and tossed a piece of her cone to the ground. Immediately, birds flocked to it and she began to tear off another piece. "It sounds very sad and lonely, if you ask me. Do you have family in the States, then?"
He thought of the Brotherhood, his friends who had been at his side and helped him more than any family member possibly could have. "I have friends. It's enough for me."
His phone buzzed.
Griffin pulled it out of his pocket and grimaced at the photo that popped up. Jonathan and the foreman of his dig, squatting next to a dug trench and grinning like a pair of idiots. "Speaking of friends," he said dryly. "Jonathan is determined to make me hate him, it seems."
She peered over his shoulder at the picture. "Because he's there and you're not?"
"I couldn't abandon Alex," he said. "Though I do wish heartily that she had eloped."
Maylee laughed.
Chapter Eleven
They spent the day walking the streets of Bellissime, hand in hand. Maylee purchased a few souvenirs, but they spent most of the time simply strolling, visiting tourist spots, and tasting confections at every dessert shop they passed. By the time they headed back to the hotel, Griffin's feet hurt and his stomach ached from too much chocolate, but he'd enjoyed every moment of the day.
Maylee tugged her hand from his when they got to their floor and headed to her door.
He was surprised. They'd kissed several times today, and flirted even more. They'd held hands for hours. Was she not going to sleep by him tonight? He'd be lying if he didn't admit he'd been thinking about it all day. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head and pushed open her door. "Just need to call my Mama and do a few things." And she disappeared inside before he could protest.
Was she blowing him off? Tired of spending all her time with him? Frustrated, Griffin tore off the hideous baseball cap he was wearing and tossed it onto the bed. He picked up his book and began to read, but irritation kept him from being able to concentrate. Instead, he got up and began to pace.