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forward, very, very careful.
    After that, the closest she’d had to actual girlfriends were her cousins, Amelia and Emily. As the second and third in line for the throne behind Holly, they understood what it was like to be in the spotlight, photographed, quoted—or misquoted as the case may be—and constantly judged on their appearance and breeding as if they were entries in the Royal Kennel Club’s annual dog show.
    Yet, even with Amelia and Emily, the older they grew, the more she sensed a distance and a separation between them. And, yes, she could admit now, she’d noticed a certain amount of envy and bitterness that while Holly would have a prime place inMorenci’s history books, their lives would be mere footnotes and largely forgotten.
    Their emotional defection had hurt. But not as badly as overhearing Nate’s assessment of her. He made her sound shallow, spoiled.
    Spending money she hadn’t earned?
    As far as Holly was concerned, she was always “earning” her keep. Long ago, her life had ceased to be her own, if indeed it ever had been. She was public property. Her photograph was sold to the highest tabloid bidder, in addition to being plastered on everything from teacups, decorative plates and biscuit tins to T-shirts and tote bags that were then gobbled up by tourists.
    She told herself the disappointment she felt about Nate’s assessment of her was because she had so hoped to feel “normal” here. She had hoped to be treated as she had been treated as a girl coming to the island with her grandmother: Accepted for who she was rather than the crown she would someday wear.
    A small sigh escaped. She was being foolish.
    At least Nate hadn’t told Hank the truth about her identity. If it meant letting theother man and the rest of the folks on the island think she was some snobby socialite eager for a taste of the simple life, so be it. Anonymity in itself was a gift. One that she hadn’t enjoyed in more than a decade.
    The men came out of the kitchen, both of them stopping with almost comedic abruptness when they spied her. Nate looked guilty, his gaze cutting away a moment before returning to hers. No doubt, he was wondering how much she’d overheard.
    Hank, however, was grinning broadly.
    “Hey, there, miss. I see you’re none the worse for wear after your unexpected dip in the lake.” He elbowed Nate in the ribs.
    Nate flushed. So did she. Holly hardly looked her best. She’d changed into dry clothes, but they were wrinkled from their time spent in her bag. And while she’d combed the tangles out of her hair, it was still wet. She’d remembered a blow dryer in her hasty packing job, but she hadn’t thought to bring an adapter. And, of course, she smelled of lake water.
    She fiddled with the ends of her hair.
    “I wanted to take a shower, but I’m afraid I couldn’t figure out how to work the faucet so that the spray would come out.”
    “It’s finicky,” Nate said. “I should have thought to show you before coming downstairs.”
    “That’s all right.”
    “I can show you now.”
    “Thank you. Oh, and I wasn’t sure what to do with my wet things.” She’d hung them over the shower curtain in the bathroom.
    “I can toss them in the dryer.”
    She nibbled the inside of her cheek. The pants and jacket were both made of linen. The blouse was silk. “I don’t suppose the island has a dry cleaners?”
    Nate shook his head.
    “The town on the mainland does,” Hank supplied. “It’s right next to the grocery store. I can take them with me when I fly back tomorrow and drop them off for you.”
    “Oh, that’s all right. I don’t want to be a bother.” She added an appreciative smile.
    “It’s no trouble. None at all,” he insisted.
    This was exactly the sort of deferential treatment she was used to … and did not want. “I’ll think about it,” she answered diplomatically.
    “Come on. I’ll show you how to work the shower,” Nate said, as if sensing her unease.
    She