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    “Prince.”
    Laura rol ed her eyes, but her heart was racing. Prince Charming. Pure coincidence. Has to be. “Not charmed, I’m sure.”
    He laughed a full, deep laugh. And though she continued to scowl at him, inside her hardened heart melted for a moment before she came to her senses.
    Get a grip, Tanner. You don’t like men, remember. And you sure-as-shootin’ know bet er than to let one with lush, green eyes and dimples to die for and a sexy laugh affect you.
    He continued to smile, and Laura’s heart flip-flopped.
    Wel , okay, so he was gorgeous. But all she was feeling was lust. Normal, everyday lust. She didn’t have much use for men, but she had to admit they were good for one thing. The one thing she hadn’t had in a good, long time. Apparently too long, she decided, as she felt the heat of his gaze in every cel of her body. Ali was waiting for a drink order—unfortunately—so Laura was forced to face down her friends.
    “Well?” Ali asked.
    “Sorry, Ali, your pulp’s feeding you wrong information,”
    she said, deciding not to elaborate on just how close Ali’s fortune-tel ing had come. The man might not be an honest-to-goodness royal prince, but he was certainly a prize.
    While she tried to keep busy, she remained utterly aware of the man fifteen feet away. She could even tel when he looked at her, because her neck hairs sent up signals that made her shiver inside.
    Another customer waved for a second round, and she had no choice but to pass Brandon Prince to deliver the beer. The bartender and owner in her forced her to check on him as she passed him. Sure enough, his mug was empty.
    After depositing the beers, she stopped in front of him, gazing directly at his chest. “Another one?” she asked, her voice coming out raspy. She cleared her throat and tried again. “One more?”
    “Did you know you’re going to fal in love with me sometime tonight?”
    Laura just gaped at him for a moment before breaking out in startled laughter. Sure enough, Brandon’s eyes had gone smoky with more than just humor. Now there was unmistakable sensuality lurking in their depths. She ignored the burst of pleasure that gave her and concentrated on relief that he was just like every other male in the species. This, she could deal with.
    “No, can’t say that I do know that.”
    He nodded, and a lock of hair fel over his forehead enticingly. “It’s true, you know.”
    “Right. And frogs have wings.”
    She noticed Ned watching the conversation with avid interest. Flustered at this sudden change in the guy, she couldn’t help but ask Ned’s friend, “What happened, bucko? That beer getting to you? Five minutes ago you paid about as much attention to me as a fly.”
    “The quiet yet friendly approach wasn’t working,” he answered solemnly. 
    Little did he know. “Neither is this one.” She glared at Ned.
    “Maybe y’al better head on home. I think your friend has reached his limit.”
    Ned grinned and shook his head. “Nope. He’s only had two.” “Maybe he’s a lightweight.”
    “Not unless he’s changed drastically since Yale.”
    This gorgeous creature in jeans and T-shirt was an Ivy Leaguer? Ohhh, she didn’t like them. Except Hannah, of course.
    They reminded her too much of al she’d never had, but yearned for. Like a col ege education. Any col ege education.
    “I’m sober as a judge and just waiting patiently for you to fal for me,” Brandon added.
    Her heart did another exasperating little lurch. She snorted.
    “You won’t live that long, mister.” She cocked her head and gave him a once-over she hoped wouldn’t reveal her honest appraisal. “You know, we have a saying about folks like you where I come from.”
    She noticed that as he answered, his eyes were seemingly locked on her lips. “What’s that, beautiful?”
    “Your ego’s ’bout as big as a skunk’s tail and don’t smel as sweet.”
    He grinned. “I thought I heard somewhere that women find