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the dim light. She had kept pulling that shawl around herself. She was clearly not a woman accustomed to wearing low-cut dresses. She had no idea that the more she tried to maintain her modesty., the more she tantalized him. She was tempting him even now, which she must know all too well, given that her body was pressed against his. Her tongue flitted across his bottom lip. Now it was Edward making a sound low in his throat. It was a guttural, primal sound, and he could no more have stopped it than he could have stopped his heart from pounding.
    Then she made a squeaking sound. He was a bit out of practice, but he was nearly certain women didn't squeak during moments of ecstasy. Feeling the weight of his desire pulling on him like a millstone, he forced himself to pull away from her. She was pressed against the wall (when had he done that?) and the corner of an electrical box was jabbing her in the shoulder. His hands, his hands were around her waist. A bit lower than her waist, to be honest. He pulled back, freeing her.
    "I'm sorry."
    He was breathing hard. He rubbed the spot on her shoulder.
    "You aren't hurt are you?"
    "No, of course not. I'm fine. More than fine."
    "Good. That's very good."
    Her lips were full and red, and her cheeks were flushed. She fairly glowed. If it was from desire, then he was probably glowing too. Her phone, that accursed phone, went off inside her purse.
    She glanced down at her purse, but didn't reach for the phone, then her glance flicked to the door.
    "It kind of feels like the walk of shame, even though all we did was kiss."
    "We could do more."
    She gave him that smile of hers again.
    "I don't think so."
    He didn't know which he felt more, shock or disappointment. She'd certainly seemed willing a moment before.
    She laid a hand on his chest.
    "It isn't a question of willingness, it's a question of logistics."
    "Logistics?"
    "What do you know about Spanx?""
    "You are the most unexpected creature I have ever encountered."
    "Unexpected? Is that a good thing?"
    "It's a wonderful thing."
    "In that case, thank you. Hold still."
    She pulled a tissue from her purse and blotted at his lips.
    "Not my color?"
    "If those reporters catch up to you, and they probably will, I'm sure you'd rather not be wearing a ruby red sign announcing that your lips had come in contact with more than champagne tonight. There. That's better."
    He stopped her hand before she could return the tissue to her purse. He plucked it from her hand and slid it in his pocket.
    "As first kisses go, that one deserves a memento. After you." He stepped back and gestured to the door.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Their first kiss. He'd said first kiss. That would imply that there would be more, right? God, she hoped so. She wouldn't let herself turn around to look behind her. If she looked back and saw him, she'd drag him right back into that closet, Spanx be damned. She'd cut the infernal thing off if need be. She raced ahead, putting distance between herself and Edward. He was a prince, hot and an amazing kisser. Carrie spotted Amanda standing hands on hips and tapping her foot.
    "Where have you been?" Amanda huffed.
    "You won't believe it."
    "No, you won't believe it! The Prince of Wales is here! He's friends with Phillip. Can you believe it? The Prince of Wales!"
    "Shh. I'm betting he wouldn't want his presence announced to everyone in attendance."
    "He's here. At my engagement party! Isn't that amazing?"
    Carrie shushed her sister again.
    "I think it might also be a secret."
    "A secret? Nothing is ever secret with royals. Don't you read the tabloids?"
    "Actually, I don't. You do realize that most of what the tabloids print is lies, don't you?"
    Amanda waved away her question as inconsequential.
    "Anyway. Phillip knows this bar just outside of Edinburgh. We're going there, and the prince is going to join us!" Amanda said, her voice rising to a squeak.
    Carrie wondered what Edward would say about Jamie -- she supposed she should think of