“Wait,” she said. “I…What do I call you? Prince Rafael? Your highness?”

“Rafael is fine.”

“All right. Rafael. This is happening so quickly. I don’t know what to think or believe. I need a little time. We have to talk. I’m still not clear on why you’re here.”

“To see you.”

Was that all? “If you saw the picture, then you saw Danny.”

He frowned slightly. “The boy? The child of one of your sisters.”

Mia clutched her coffee. It was true that the caption hadn’t identified the child in the picture, or her for that matter.

She didn’t know if Rafael was telling the truth. She’d long since learned to be wary of the men she brought into her life. They were usually snakes. Diego had been no exception, but was Rafael different?

Did it matter? Either way, she had to tell him. He deserved to know.

“Danny is my son,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice even. “And yours.”

Rafael timed his reaction carefully. To show too much shock would be to put Mia on her guard. To show not enough would mark him as an indifferent father.

“My son?” he asked as he took a step back. “What are you saying?”

“I was pregnant when I left Calandria. Only a week or so along. I didn’t know, obviously. When I came home, I was pretty broken up about everything. Finding out I was pregnant saved me.”

He saw the pain in her eyes as she spoke and knew he had no reason not to believe her. Besides, he and Mia hadn’t been lovers for more than a couple of weeks before the sting had ended.

“I had no idea,” he said, willing his expression toward disbelief. “You had a child? Your government kept that from me as well?”

“I’m not sure they knew,” she told him. “I quit and came home. That was the end of my relationship with the agency. Unlike in the movies, they didn’t spend a lot of time begging me to return to my old job.”