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again, with that look in his eyes. Too stripping, too knowing. “Do you?”
    Did she? Did some little scrap of weakness still exist in her that wanted desperately to believe? That did want to see a look like the one on that young groom’s face directed at her?
    â€œI’m all done with romantic nonsense,” she said, not sure whom she was trying to convince. Prince Kiernan? Or herself?
    â€œAre you?” he asked softly.
    â€œYes!” Before he asked why , before those sapphire eyes pierced the darkest secrets of a broken heart, she rushed on.
    â€œPrince Kiernan, the truth is I am an exception to the rule. People generally love romantic nonsense. Romance is the ultimate in entertainment,” Meredith continued. “It has that feel-good quality to it, it promises a happy ending.”
    â€œWhich it doesn’t always deliver,” he said sourly.
    The ugly parts of his life had been splashed all over the papers for everyone to read about. He was, after all, Prince Heartbreaker.
    But Meredith was stunned that what she felt for him, in that moment, was sympathy. For a moment, there was an unguarded pain in his eyes that made him an open book to her.
    Which was the last thing she needed.
    â€œAll I’m saying,” Meredith said, a little more gently, “is that if you can do a dance somewhat similar to that, it will bring down the house. What do you think?”
    â€œHow about I’m not doing anything similar to that? Not even if the entertainment value is unquestionable.”
    â€œWell, of course not that dance precisely, but thatvideo captures the spirit of what we want to do with this portion of the dance piece.”
    â€œIt’s too personal,” he said firmly.
    â€œIt’s for a dream sequence, Your Highness. This kind of dancing is very much like acting.”
    â€œCould we act more reserved?”
    â€œI suppose we could. But where’s the fun in that? And the delicious surprise? You know, you do have a reputation of being somewhat, um, stodgy. This would turn that on its head.”
    â€œStodgy?” he sputtered. “Stern, remote, unapproachable, even snobby I can handle. But stodgy? Isn’t stodgy just another word for prudish?”
    He looked at her lips again, and again his eyes were an open book to her.
    Meredith had to keep herself from gasping at what she saw there, something primitive in its intensity, a desire to tangle his hands in her hair, yank her to him, and find out who was really the prude, who was really stodgy.
    But he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, instead.
    Was she relieved? Or disappointed by his control?
    Relieved , she told herself, but it sounded like a lie even in her own mind.
    â€œWe’ll modify the routine to your comfort level,” she said. “Now, let’s just see where you’re at right now. We can try and tweak the routine after that.”
    She turned her back to him, gathering herself, trying to regain her sense of professionalism. She fiddled with her equipment and the “bridal waltz” came on again.
    She turned back to him and held out her hand. “Your Highness?”
    It was the moment of truth. She had a sudden sense,almost of premonition. If he accepted the invitation of her hand everything was going to change.
    He must have felt it, too, because he hesitated.
    Meredith took a deep breath.
    â€œYour Highness?”
    He took her hand.
    And Meredith felt the sizzle of it all the way to her elbow.

CHAPTER THREE
    â€œT HIS IS HOW WE WOULD open the number,” Meredith said, “with a simple three-step waltz, just like the one in the video.”
    Prince Kiernan moved forward, trying not to think of how her hand fit so perfectly into his, or about the softness of her delicately curved waist.
    He was also trying not to look at her lips! The temptation to show Miss Meredith Whitmore he was no prude, and not stodgy, either, was overwhelming. And since he