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for that. The only time she glittered was when she wore a jeweled tiara or a collar of diamonds.
    How many times had he heard his men talking about the three princesses fair? Meredith, Megan and Anastasia. There wasn’t a man living in the country who hadn’t fantasized about one of them at one time or another. Who hadn’t dreamed of sharing a word or a dance or a kiss with any one of their Royal Highnesses.
    Pierce rolled the crystal flute between his fingersand wondered what she was thinking as she stood looking at the sea, her profile as pure as the cool moonlight that outlined it.
    Was she thinking of Megan and Jean-Paul? Pierce knew the couple would be spending their honeymoon at sail. Or was there something else on Meredith’s mind? Someone else?
    Whatever thoughts circled in Meredith’s head were none of his business, of course. None at all. Which didn’t explain in the least why Pierce was allowing himself to dwell on it. He wasn’t a masochist. And thinking about Meredith, knowing there wasn’t one bloody thing he could do about the reasons he must remain uninvolved with her, did nothing but cause him pain.
    Pierce’s business was intelligence. Professionally, he’d kept more than his share of secrets. Some he’d created or caused, some he’d protected. Keeping his feelings for Meredith under control, under wraps, never to let them see the light of day, was about the most difficult secret he faced. When he was at the base, at the small home he’d inherited from his parents in the Aronleigh Mountains or even at his flat in Sterling, it wasn’t such a daily struggle.
    When in Marlestone, however, the capital city, with this very impressive palace looking over it, Pierce felt constantly battered with the desire to get closer to her and the need to remain away. Far away.
    And everyone said women were contrary creatures, he thought ironically as he headed not safely toward the nearest exit and home but straight toward Meredith.
    She didn’t betray so much as a start when he joinedher at the low stone wall. A breeze had kicked up. Moonlight caught, trapped and gently released in the swelling ripples of water so far below.
    “I love the scent,” Meredith murmured.
    “Sea.”
    “Yes.”
    “Your sister will have a good life with Jean-Paul. He’s a good man.”
    Her chin tilted slightly, and he caught the gleam of the sideways glance she gave him. “Don’t read my mind, Colonel. It isn’t polite.”
    “I’m not often accused of being polite.”
    “Please. You are beyond polite, and we both know it.”
    The thoughts circling in his head weren’t in the same universe as polite. “Why did you blow off George earlier? He looked a broken man when you came out here.”
    “Why did you tear yourself away from Juliet’s charms?”
    “Obvious as they are,” he added smoothly.
    She let out a short, breathy laugh that sent a charge straight down his spine. In defense, he lifted his champagne glass and drank. Given a choice, he’d far prefer beer. “Are you avoiding the answer?” Holding onto the glass, he balanced it on the wall.
    “George is a very nice man,” she said smoothly. “Why are you here, Colonel?”
    “The music inside was giving me a headache, and I wanted a smoke.”
    “You don’t smoke.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because I remember when you quit.”
    “Oh, yes. During the memorable summer of your tenth year when you were busy surrounding yourself with your royal attitude.”
    “The memorable summer of your seventeenth,” she countered. “When you were busy surrounding yourself with teenage girls endowed with charms easily as obvious as dear Juliet’s.”
    Did he detect pique in her tone? He drank a little more champagne, figuring it was wishful thinking on his part.
    “So, I don’t smoke,” he admitted. He had, briefly, but his poor mother had been so scandalized, he hadn’t had the heart to keep up the habit.
    Again, he caught that sidelong look from her. He wondered if