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âPerhaps the real message of the statue is that you canât tell by looking at someone whether theyâre malicious or not. Or perhaps just a warning that all the Grimaldi are malicious at heart.â
Dree tucked her hand in his elbow. âI donât think all the Grimaldi are malicious.â
âYou donât know us well enough yet.â
They strolled down the steep ramps that led to the base of the castle, and they ended up walking on a sidewalk high above the Mediterranean and Monacoâs harbor. Brilliant sunlight shattered on the waves and threw shards across the water.
The breeze coming off the water freshened, flapping Maxâs shirt against his chest. Dree pulled his suit jacket more tightly around her shoulders.
âCold?â he asked her.
âYou can take the girl out of New Mexico, but you canât take New Mexico out of the girl. Iâm a little chilly.â
Maxence wrapped one arm around her while they walked, cuddling her against his side. He shortened his stride, and she matched his steps.
She asked, âAre you supposed to be out alone like this? It seemed like we were escaping from the palace.â
âIâm good at ditching my security detail,â he said.
âIâm surprised youâre allowed to.â
He laughed. âFor the time being, Iâm the acting sovereign head of this tiny, tiny nation, and I can go for a walk if I want to.â
âBut isnât it dangerous for you to go off on your own?â
âItâs dangerous for me to walk around without any security protection because my malicious Grimaldi relatives might decide to assassinate me, and itâs dangerous for me to trust my bodyguards too much because they might have been bribed or blackmailed. Indira Gandhi was killed by her bodyguards. So was Xerxes the First, Caligula, Eric XIV of Sweden, a president of Somalia, and half the Roman emperors. In Monaco, itâs safer for me to be on my own and whereabouts unknown.â
Dree grimaced. âIf itâs that dangerous, why do you ever come back here?â
The question splashed over him like a rogue wave. âI came back in November because my uncle was dying. He was the closest thing I had to a father. But I came back for school holidays when I was a child and teenager. My friends liked to come home with me because I live a few hundred yards from a casino and had almost no supervision.â
âBut it seems like you came back pretty often,â she said.
âI grew up at a boarding school up in Switzerland and attended college elsewhere. Once I graduated from college, however, I needed a reason to leave Monaco. Otherwise, as the spare heir after my brother, I needed to be seen at galas and charity events. My schedule was prescribed. However, if I assured them that I wanted to be a priest and needed to study for a doctorate and work on charity missions, no one asked why I wasnât in Monaco. Now that Iâm the heir apparent, I canât leave again. Iâm more of a prisoner than a prince.â
She laughed. âPoor little rich prince canât leave his castle. And yet itâs pretty easy for you to escape your gilded prison cell, isnât it?â
He laughed. âIâve had a lot of practice. And when youâre the prince, there are fewer questions than when youâre a teenaged heir.â
âWell, okay then, Mr. Prince, sir.â
Coming from Dree Clark in her perky little voice, Max liked the sound of that. A smile grew on his face, and he was just another guy taking a walk along the ocean with a woman he wanted. He was having too good of a time to let anything else worry him.
As they toured the casino, Maxence lived vicariously through his funny little friend, who was seeing the Monte Carlo casino for the first time.
âOh, wow! Look at all the cars parked out in front!â
Indeed, supercars of all stripesâLamborghinis, Ferraris, Aston Martins, Porsches, the odd Koenigseggâfringed the lawn in front of the casino.
They went inside. âItâs so gold!â
The cavernous entrance was built to look like a palace, to emphasize the royal aspect of Monaco and the casino. In some ways, the casino looked more like a palace than the Palais Princier de Monaco. Gold-veined marble columns suspended the walkways above. The color was not the tacky gold-plated shine of the nouveau riche, but a semi-matte lustrous finish that came from real stone polished by master artisans and centuries of good taste.
Maxence passed money through the bars of the cashierâs cage, paying the entrance fee, and he dug around in his wallet and found an old UK driverâs license in the name of âAnthony St. Exsuperus.â Arthur had provided him with it one summer when theyâd tramped around England incognito.
Dree showed them her driverâs license from the States.
She exclaimed, âOh, slot machines! I could probably play those! Thatâs not real gambling.â
âYouâve really never gambled before?â
Dree shook her head, flipping her blond curls around her face. âMy grandpa tried to teach some of my friends and me to play Twenty-One, but my mom caught us and yelled at him for corrupting our morals. She told the pastor, and he had a talk with grandpa about âthe young and impressionables.ââ
âDo you want to try a slot machine?â
She shook her head, her curls almost vibrating. âIâm afraid Iâd lose the money.â
Maxence laughed, found a hundred-euro bill in his wallet, and fed it into a slot machine.
âNo, no, donât!â
He tapped the button to spin the wheels, and the machine rattled and paid out a hundred and fifty euros.
âOh, thatâs dangerous,â Dree said, shaking her head. âI can see how people become addicted to that.â
The dĂ©cor of the room called the Salle des AmĂ©riques was orange-red and the ubiquitous gold, though the walls were a softer brown. Slot machines blazed blue and violet and clanged incessantly. He told her, âThe slot machines are some of the most lucrative gaming in the
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