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that the pulsing music would push the thoughts out of her head. It didn’t.
    She wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel, her palms sliding over the smooth leather, and was reminded of the feel of his hand against hers. Warm. Strong. Solid.
    She really was pathetic.
    She really should have said no when her uncle first suggested that she could be anyone’s nanny. But as she drove through the gates toward the prince’s summer home, after showing her identification to the guard on duty, she knew that she’d passed the point of no return.
    Cielo del Norte was even more impressive than the prince’s home in Verde Colinas. Of course, it had once been the royal family’s official summer residence, bequeathed to the princess royal by her father upon the occasion of her marriage to Gaetan Leandres.
    Hannah had been advised that there were two full-time employees who lived in a guest cottage on the property, the groundskeeper and his wife. Hannah had been thrilled to hear that Caridad, the housekeeper, also cooked and served the meals, because she knew that if she’d been put in charge of food preparation as well as child care, they might all starve before the end of the summer.
    She parked her aging little car beside a gleaming black Mercedes SUV and made her way to the door. An older woman in a neatly pressed uniform responded to the bell.
    â€œMrs. Fuentes?”
    â€œSí. Caridad Fuentes.” She bowed formally. “You are Miss Castillo?”
    â€œHannah,” she said, stepping into the foyer.
    â€œThe prince has been expecting you.” There was the slightest hint of disapproval beneath the words.
    â€œI was a little late getting away this morning,” she explained. “And then traffic was heavier than I expected. Of course, taking a wrong turn at Highway Six didn’t help, either, but at least I didn’t travel too far out of my way.”
    The housekeeper didn’t comment in any way except to ask, “Are your bags in the car?”
    â€œYes, I’ll get them later.”
    â€œEstavan—my husband—will bring them in for you,” Mrs. Fuentes told her.
    â€œOkay. That would be great. Thanks.” She paused, just taking a minute to absorb the scene.
    She’d thought passing through the gates at Verde Colinas had been a culture shock, but now she felt even more like a country mouse set loose in the big city. The house, probably three times the size of the prince’s primary residence in Port Augustine, almost seemed as big as a city—a very prosperous and exquisite one.
    â€œThere’s a powder room down the hall, if you would like to freshen up before meeting with Prince Michael,” the housekeeper told her.
    Hannah nodded. “I would.”
    â€œFirst door on the right.”
    â€œAnd the prince’s office?”
    â€œThe third door on the left down the west corridor.”
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    Michael sensed her presence even before he saw her standing in the open doorway. When he looked up, he noticed that she’d dressed less formally today than at their first meeting, and that the jeans and T-shirt she wore made her look even younger than he’d originally guessed. He’d told her that casual attire was acceptable, and there was nothing inappropriate about what she was wearing. But hecouldn’t help noticing how the denim hugged her thighs and molded to her slim hips. The V-neck of her T-shirt wasn’t low enough to give even a glimpse of cleavage, but the soft cotton clung to undeniably feminine curves. She wore silver hoops in her ears, and her hair was in a loose ponytail rather than a tight knot, making her look more approachable and even more beautiful, and he felt the distinct hum of sexual attraction through his veins.
    Uncomfortable with the stirring of feelings so long dormant, his voice was a little harsher than he’d intended when he said, “You’re late.”
    Still, his tone