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a hundred feet and then helped her into that Mercedes he’d mentioned, which was actually an SUV, of all things. She hadn’t known that you could get a sports-utility version of a Mercedes, but there she was, sitting in the lovely leather seats, running her hand along the gleaming woodwork on her passenger-side door.
    â€œIt’s not far, but we might as well drive,” he said as the engine purred to life.
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    Ross took her to the State Street Grill, Whitehorn’s newest and nicest restaurant, which had opened just last summer. There were hardly any other diners so early on a weekday evening, but he asked for a quiet corner table nonetheless.
    And it was a lovely corner, shadowy and private. In the center of their table a single rose emerged, velvety-red, from a crystal vase. A pair of tall white candles flanked that rose. The waiter lighted them when he brought the wine list.
    Ross studied the list and then glanced up at Lynn. “Any preferences?”
    â€œI’m not much of a wine drinker, as a rule.”
    He was smiling—almost. “But you’ll make an exception this once, won’t you?”
    Not wise, she chided herself silently. A glass of wine is the last thing you need right now….
    But what she said was, “Well, to tell you the truth, it is my birthday.”
    That almost-smile deepened. “Seriously?”
    She nodded.
    And he said, “Then we’ll have champagne.” The waiter hovered at his elbow. Ross turned to him and said the name of something French.
    A few minutes later, he was lifting a flute glass full of the golden, bubbly stuff. “To you, Ms. Lynn Taylor. Happy birthday.” She held up her own glass until it met his with a bright-sounding clink.
    The fizzy wine shimmered down her throat and made a warm glow in her stomach. They took a minute to order—appetizers, salads and the main course. Then the waiter disappeared.
    Ross leaned toward her across the table. “So tell me…”
    She set her glass on the snowy cloth, made a low, questioning sound.
    â€œThis new look of yours…”
    She was not a woman prone to teasing, but right then, teasing seemed to come to her as naturally as breathing. She raised one newly reshaped eyebrow. “New look?”
    He chuckled. “What? You didn’t think I’d noticed?”
    She confessed with a small laugh, “I noticed. That you noticed…”
    â€œGood. We’re clear on that much.”
    â€œYes, I suppose we are.”
    â€œThen what brought on this change?”
    She sipped again, felt that lovely fizziness slide down her throat. “It’s my birthday present from Danielle. And Gracie and Kim, too.”
    â€œGracie and Kim. They would be the other two women, in the salon?”
    â€œYes. The owner and her daughter.”
    â€œAnd what did the little girl mean, with that remark about the prince?”
    Funny, she’d felt her cheeks flame back in the shop when Sara had announced so bluntly, “We need a prince.” But she didn’t feel the least embarrassed now.
    She told him. Simply and directly. About how Danielle had called her early that morning with birthday greetings and instructions to be ready after class, to bring her new red dress and red high-heeled shoes.“She wouldn’t tell me then what the surprise was going to be. She only said, ‘Just call me your fairy godmother.”’
    â€œAs in Cinderella?”
    â€œThat’s right. It got to be kind of a joke. Me as Cinderella. And Danielle and Gracie and Kim as my fairy godmothers, waving a magic wand over me. Then, once they’d worked their magic, I said that all I needed was a prince.”
    â€œThen I showed up.” The candlelight gleamed, two spots of soft gold, in his dark eyes.
    â€œUm-hmm. Right on time.”
    â€œBut not a prince.” He put on a look of great regret. “Only a lawyer…”
    Lynn picked up her