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she’d been around Luc. Otherwise, Addie might decide to find Emily a date when they got home. No, thank you. “Looking for flaws that are keeping him from finding a wife.”
    “I wouldn’t change anything about the guy, other than his drinking.” Addie’s nose crinkled. “But that might explain why he can’t find a princess to marry.”
    Except the production crew hadn’t mentioned any drinking issues during filming. “Maybe it’s just him.”
    “You think?”
    Emily nodded. “Consider the facts. Prince Luc is gorgeous, but a man needs more than a pretty face and incredible body. Women want their husbands to have the whole package. That means looking beyond the surface. Let’s face it. His personality needs a complete overhaul. The guy’s not only arrogant and obnoxious, but he’s also—”
    “Right here,” a familiar royal voice said.
    Heat rushed up Emily’s neck. Every nerve ending stiffened. She glanced out the open door. Did a doubletake.
    Luc wore a pair of stained, baggy, blue coveralls and plastic-rimmed glasses. A nametag on his pocket read Otto. He held the straps to a canvas duffle bag. Her pulse kicked up a notch. He looked completely different. Not so rock-her-world sexy, but real…approachable.
    The thick glasses hiding the prince’s gorgeous eyes and lashes weren’t vintage hip. Her grandpa had worn those kind of frames when he read her funnies in the Sunday paper. Maybe that memory was why she found them so appealing on Luc.
    Damp curls stuck out the bottom of a funny-looking cap, as if he suffered from both a bad hair day and a horrible cut. Funny, given his carefree style suited his features and looked good after waking from a dead sleep.
    She could almost believe Luc was a manual laborer except for two things. His hands. No callouses and scars and clean fingernails. And his shoes. He wore dirty shoe coverings, but those didn’t completely hide leather dress shoes that cost what a maintenance man earned in a week.
    Still she gave Nick credit for coming up with the disguise on short notice while recovering from food poisoning. No wonder he was paid the big bucks.
    “You’re staring.” Luc smiled widely. “Like what you see?”
    “I like that you’re dressed.”
    “Are you certain about that?” He reached for the zipper on his coveralls. “Most women prefer me undressed.”
    Addie laughed. So did Luc.
    Emily ignored both of them. “Get in the van before anyone notices you.”
    “My mother wouldn’t recognize me in this outfit.”
    “That’s the point of a disguise. Though you might find some women prefer maintenance man Otto to Prince Luc.”
    “Name one.”
    His tone challenged Emily, but she’d die before naming herself. “Just sayin’.”
    He climbed inside. He leaned across her seat. His fresh scent circled her head. Not only soap. Something more. Him. Too bad she couldn’t bottle the fragrance and start her own company. She would be set for life.
    “Excuse me, ladies, for interrupting your conversation,” he said.
    His nearness sent Emily scooting back across the seat until she crashed into the side of the van.
    A wicked smile spread across his face. “Or perhaps I’m not sorry since I’m arrogant and obnoxious.”
    His tone teased. Emily’s shoulders hunched. The man pushed her buttons without having to try hard. Feeling out of control bothered her, reminded her of her childhood.
    “Do you intend to give me a personality makeover before or after you introduce me to my future wife?” he asked.
    If he had any manners or sense of decorum, he wouldn’t have brought up what he’d heard. But, of course, he didn’t and he had. “I’m—”
    “Don’t apologize.” He moved to the last row and sat behind her, but the distance didn’t keep his intoxicating scent from tickling her nose. “You calling me gorgeous makes up for the rest.”
    If Emily’s cheeks were pink before, they burned now. Scorching hot. The more time she spent with him, the less she