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of purple held auburn curls off her face. She didn’t have on a speck of makeup. She did have on an oversized lime green T-shirt that said, Don’t kiss any frogs.
    He was used to people trying to impress him, at least a little bit, but she was obviously dressed only for comfort and for the work ahead. He wasn’t quite sure if he was charmed or annoyed by her lack of effort to look appealing.
    And he wasn’t quite sure if he felt charmed or annoyed that she looked appealing anyway!
    â€œPrince Kiernan,” she said, a certain coolness in her tone, which was mirrored in the amazing green gold of those eyes, “thank you for rearranging your schedule for this.”
    â€œI did as much as I could. I may have to take the occasional official phone call.”
    â€œUnderstandable. Thank you for being on time.”
    â€œI’m always on time.” He could see why she intimidated Adrian. No greeting, no polite how are you today? There was a no-nonsense tone to her voice that reminded him of a palace tutor. He could certainly hear a hint of Dragon-heart in there!
    â€œBrilliant,” she said, and then stood back, folded her arms over her chest, and inspected him. Now he could also see a hint of Sergeant Henderson as her brows lowered in disapproval! He felt like he had showed up for a military exercise in full dress uniform when the dress of the day was combat attire.
    â€œDo those slacks have some give to them? I brought some dance pants, just in case.”
    Dance pants? He disliked that uncharacteristic moment of spontaneity that had made him say yes to this whole idea more by the second. He wasn’t going to ask her what dance pants were, exactly. He was fairly certain he could guess.
    â€œI’m sure these will be fine,” he said stiffly, in a voice that let her know a prince did not discuss his pants with a maiden, no matter how fair.
    She looked doubtful, but shrugged and turned to the electronics. “I have this video I want you to watch, if you don’t mind, Your Highness.”
    As he came and stood beside her, the scent of lemonstickled his nostrils. She flicked a switch on a bright pink laptop. The light from the chandeliers danced in her hair, making the red threads in it spark like fire.
    â€œThis has had twelve million hits,” she said, accessing a video-sharing website.
    He focused on a somewhat grainy video of a wedding celebration. A large room had a crowd standing around the edges of it, a space cleared in the center of it for a youthful-looking bride and groom.
    â€œAnd now for the first dance,” a voice announced.
    The groom took one of his bride’s hands, placed his other with a certain likeable awkwardness on her silk-clad waist.
    â€œThis is the bridal waltz,” Meredith told him, “and it’s a very traditional three-step waltz.”
    The young groom began to shuffle around the dance floor.
    Kiernan felt relieved. The groom danced just like him. “Nothing to learn,” he pronounced, “I can already do that.” He looked at his watch. “Maybe I can squeeze in a ride before lunch.”
    â€œI’ve already lost one prince to riding,” she said without looking up from the screen. “No riding until we’re done the performance.”
    Kiernan felt a shiver of pure astonishment, and looked at Meredith Whitmore again, harder. She didn’t appear to notice.
    She tacked on a “Your Highness” as if that made bossing him around perfectly acceptable. Well, it wasn’t as if Adrian hadn’t warned him.
    â€œExcuse me, but I really didn’t sign up to have you run my—”
    Meredith shushed him as if he was a schoolboy. “This part’s important.”
    He was so startled that he thought he might laugh out loud. No one, but no one, talked to him like that. He slid her a look as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was bossy. And what’s worse, she was cute