If Diego wasn’t dead, then where the hell had he been for the past five years and why hadn’t he found her and told her the truth? She’d mourned him and ached for him, and what, he’d been off being some prince?

Because that’s what scared her the most. That he really was Diego and Diego was in fact the prince of Calandria. The knowledge would rock her world and she didn’t know how she was going to recover. Because having the child of a bad boy turned art thief was one thing, but having the child of an heir to a throne was quite another.

He pulled his passport out of his suit jacket and handed it to her. She glanced at the cover, then nodded at Grandma Tessa. “Let her read it.”

Mia told herself she didn’t want to look at it because she needed to keep her attention on Diego…or possibly Prince Rafael of Calandria. But in truth, she didn’t want to see the words printed there.

Tessa opened the passport. Grammy M moved in close and stared over her shoulder.

“A very flattering picture,” Grammy M said, smiling at him.

“Thank you.”

He was all graciousness and confidence, and he didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the poker in Mia’s hand, which made her want to bonk him with it.

Grandma Tessa stared at the print on the page, then looked at Mia. “It says he’s the prince. Crown Prince Rafael of Calandria. Prince is even listed as his occupation.”

Oh God. This couldn’t be good.

“Of course it could be a fake,” Tessa said cheerfully. “People do it all the time. A couple of hundred bucks and you have a new passport.”

Definitely too much TV, Mia thought.

“A prince,” Grammy M said, eyeing Rafael. “There’ll be a castle, then, with the title?”

He nodded. “Of course. We’re also very rich.”

Grammy M beamed at Mia. “So, maybe you’ll be inviting your friend the prince to breakfast?”