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right.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, scanned the screen for a few seconds and shook his head. “Marcia What’s-her-name must have it all wrong. But it’s right here in black and white. Actually, in color. Isn’t technology marvelous.”
    â€œShow me.”
    â€œSurely you know better than to believe half of what you read in the press.”
    â€œShow me.” She held out her hand.
    He slid the device back into his pocket. “You’ll only get upset. No doubt she’ll print a retraction tomorrow.”
    But Rebecca knew that Marcia Roundel not only had excellent sources, but was also careful not to raise the ire of the royal family.
    Colleen came out carrying two plates of breakfast and set them down on the small table.
    â€œThank you.”
    Rebecca hadn’t ordered breakfast and certainly wouldn’t have ordered the great stack of pancakes that had just been set before her. She opened her mouth to speak.
    â€œThis looks fabulous.” Logan spoke before she could. And Colleen smiled so broadly at him and then Rebecca that she didn’t have the heart to tell her she didn’t want the breakfast. Usually she ate little more than a croissant or fruit and yogurt. But she could try a few mouthfuls.
    â€œThis is your doing, I take it?”
    â€œShe makes the best pancakes.”
    â€œWhy is everything superlative with you? Last night’s crayfish and wine were the best, her coffee’s the best and now her pancakes are the best.”
    For a second his face clouded, the expression quicklyreplaced by his usual self-assurance. “Try them and then disagree with me. I dare you.”
    â€œYou have brothers, don’t you? It’s such a male thing, thinking if you dare someone to do something they couldn’t possibly not accept the challenge. Rafe and Adam used to do it all the time.”
    â€œThree. I have three brothers. All younger than me. And daring them still works almost every time.”
    It was easy to imagine him in a houseful of competitive males. Rebecca looked at the stack of blueberry pancakes in front of her. “It won’t be hard for you to be right this time—I’ve never eaten pancakes.”
    Logan gasped. “I knew you’d try to make me feel sorry for you. Poor little rich girl. Poor spoiled princess. But truly? No pancakes?”
    â€œCrepes, yes. Pancakes, no.”
    â€œCrepes.” He made a dismissive grunt as he pulled his chair around the table so that they sat practically shoulder-to-shoulder. He smelled good. Better even than the pancakes. Something fresh and masculine. Not meaning to, she watched the play of muscle in his arms as he reached for the jug of maple syrup. Closing large deft fingers around the small handle, he passed it to her. “You have to have maple syrup. And lots of it.” For the first time since she’d seen him yesterday his focus was on something other than her. Rebecca made no move for the syrup.
    He turned to look at her, his expression deadly serious. And then suddenly he smiled, a flash of white teeth, and it was like the sun coming out. Once again she pictured him as a boy with his three brothers, all of them intent on their breakfasts. She imagined laughter and arguments. Without thinking she smiled back at him.
    The connection lasted no more than a second. They wereso close, both smiling, gazes locked. It was a fragment of perfection. Related to nothing, just its own small thing.
    Something curious flashed in Logan’s eyes, but then he blinked, the expression vanished and he leaned back in his seat, moved a little away from her. And she felt the loss. “I take my pancakes seriously.”
    â€œI picked up on that.”
    He turned his attention to his own breakfast. “Try them or not. It makes no difference to me.” Suddenly defensive, as though in smiling at her he, too, had revealed a weakness, he shifted his chair and opened the