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said.
    She rubbed the hand not holding the phone over her face.
    "You could have just told me you know, right from the beginning.
    "Just blurt it out? You'd have thought me vain."
    "I think you're vain anyway."
    "I've been called many things, but never vain."
    "Well, maybe not vain. Maybe self-important is a better description. Or overbearing. Or presumptuous."
    "This isn't going well at all. What I mean to say is, Miss MacCallum, forgive me. I spend a great deal of my time trying to stay a step ahead of the paparazzi. When I saw you take that picture," he shrugged, "I thought I'd been fooled."
    "I'm really not that crafty."
    "I know that now."
    "Or devious."
    "Entirely my mistake."
    "Or into royals."
    "And I'm quite possibly in love with you for that."
    He gathered up her shawl where it had slipped off her shoulder and dangled, it's fringe touching the dusty floor. He draped it over her.
    "The walk we shared in the garden, that was the most authentically enjoyable time I've had in--in I can't remember how long. I was a bastard, as you say, but I'm not often like that, despite what my elder brother would have you believe."
    "Jamie," she said, her eyes wide, "he'll be the king someday!"
    "Indeed, he will, and God help Britain."
    He'd made her smile. Her face was open and warm. He drew a finger down the line of her jaw.
    "You have a beautiful smile."
    Her chest rose and fell. He saw the pulse at the base of her throat jump. Could she want him as much as he wanted her? Her phone, her damnable phone, chimed in her hand.
    "It's Amanda. She's looking for me."
    He lowered his hands and stepped back from her.
    "Of course. I'll find you. You'll be with the bride, so it shouldn't be difficult."
    She nodded her head, then looked puzzled.
    "Am I supposed to curtsey or something?"
    "Do you know how to curtsey?"
    "No clue."
    "Then don't worry about it. I think proper protocol demands only that you allow me a good night kiss after dinner."
    Her eyebrows shot up.
    "Or we could do that now and have done with it, get the pesky formalities out of the way, as it were."
    She held back a laugh, but he saw the signs of it all over her face. She stopped at the closet door and faced him.
    "The kiss thing, that was a joke, but the rest of it-- you're really for real, aren't you? I mean, I didn't just dream you up?"
    "The ass with the manners of a bridge troll? No, I'm most assuredly real."
    He allowed his hand to rest on the small of her back as he followed her out the door. Except he didn't follow her. She slammed the door in his face the second she got through. What the bloody hell?
    Her voice on the other side of the door was loud and harsh and heavy on the country twang.
    "Can you believe I walked right into a closet? This place has so many rooms. I never saw such a place in all my life."
    "It's a closet in there, you say," said a distinctive female voice.
    It was Dinah Adams. Carrie was shielding him from the press.
    "Just a closet. Cleaning supplies and dirty towels is all. Smells kind of bad in there. Oh no. My hair doesn't smell now, does it?"
    "Come on, Daniel. He's clearly not here," Dinah said, and Edward heard footsteps hurrying away on the stone floor.
    "Nice meeting y'all," Carrie called.
    After a moment, the closet door opened, and Carrie stuck her head in.
    "All clear."
    He couldn't help himself. He pulled her inside and covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted, and even though he knew they had done so from shock rather than from desire, he claimed her mouth greedily anyway. He ran his hands up her bare arms, beneath that slinky shawl. He felt the warm skin of her neck. He spread his hands and ran his fingers through her hair with one hand. He kept the other pressed against her back. He wanted her close to him, so close. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She made a sound low in her throat. Her throat-- her dress left her throat, her collar, and the tops of her breasts bare.
    He remembered from their walk how her skin had glowed in