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“Not physically, of course. I mean hiring people. Not that you’re not terribly strong and manly.” She groaned. “I didn’t just say that.”
    Qadir laughed. “You did and it is a compliment I will treasure. Not enough people comment on my manly strength. They should do so more often.”
    Maggie flushed. “You’re making fun of me.”
    “Because you earned it.”
    “Hey, back off. You’re the prince. I get to be a little nervous around you. This is a strange situation.”
    He liked that she didn’t back down. “Fair enough. Yes, I have a team you can use to pull out the engine. I have several local resources. I will e-mail them to you. Mention my name—it will improve the response.”
    “Do you have a little crown logo you put in your signature line?” she asked.
    “Only on formal documents. You may have to go to England for some of your purchases. I have contacts there, as well.”
    “Any of them with the royal family?”
    “I doubt Prince Charles will be of much help.”
    “Just a thought.”
    “He’s too old for you, and married.”
    Maggie laughed. “Thanks, but he’s also not my type.”
    “Not looking for a handsome prince? Some of the women here have exactly that in mind. Or perhaps a foreign diplomat.”
    Maggie glanced away. “Not my style. Besides, I work with cars. Not exactly future princess material.” She held out her weathered hands. “I’m more of a doer than someone who is comfortable just sitting around looking pretty.”
    “That is the monarchy’s loss.”
    She laughed again. “Very smooth. You’re good.”
    “Thank you.”
    “The women must be lined up for miles.”
    He smiled. “There’s a waiting area over by the garden.”
    “I hope it’s covered. You don’t want them getting sunburned.”
    As she spoke she leaned against the desk. She was tall. He couldn’t see much of her shape under the coveralls she wore, but he remembered how she had looked the previous day and was intrigued. Curves and a personality, not to mention humor. How often did he find that combination?
    A flicker of heat burst to life inside him, making him wonder how she would taste if he kissed her. Not that he was going to. He was far more interested in her abilities as a mechanic than her charms as a woman. But a man could wonder…
    He amused himself by imagining his father’s reaction if he were to start dating Maggie. Would the monarch be horrified, or would he be pleased to see yet another of his sons settling down? Not that it mattered. Speculation was one thing, but acting was another—and he had no plans to act.
     
    “I come bearing food,” Victoria said as she stepped into the garage. “One of the cooks told me you never get away for lunch. He assumes you don’t appreciate his culinary masterpieces. Trust me, those are people you don’t want to annoy.”
    Maggie straightened and set down her wrench, then pulled off her gloves. “Thanks for the warning. I’ve been so busy pulling everything apart, I haven’t stopped to eat.”
    Victoria set the basket on a cart. “Let me guess. You’re one of those annoying people who forgets to eat.”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Then we’ll never be really, really close.”
    Maggie laughed. “I think you’re a strong enough person to overlook that flaw. Come on. Let’s go eat in my office. It’s cleaner there.”
    While Maggie washed her hands in the small bathroom, Victoria set out their lunch. She’d brought a salad with walnuts, arugula and Gorgonzola. Several mini sandwiches on fresh foccacia bread, fruit, drinks and chocolate-chip cookies that were still warm.
    “I thought I was supposed to avoid dessert,” Maggie said as she took her seat.
    Victoria settled in the one opposite. “It’s your fault. I had to placate the cooks.” She slipped off her high heels and wiggled her toes. “Heaven.”
    “Why do you wear those if they hurt?”
    “They don’t all hurt. Besides, without them, I feel short and unimpressive. Plus men