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the head of the table and down the other side until he came to the chair opposite hers. Taking his seat, he grinned as if he knew what she’d thought. Would she ever get to the point when she didn’t underestimate this man?
    With the first course set out on white china plates, the efficient serving staff left them to eat in private.
    “So what do I call you?” Sandy asked as she unfolded her blue cloth serviette and placed it on her lap. “Your Highness?”
    He did the same, flicking her a wry glance as he laid his serviette across his lap. “Cameron, same as always. Or Cam.” Then he smiled, erasing the mockery from his eyes. “Maybe even my personal favourite...trust-fund baby.”
    She gave a grudging smile. “Trust-fund baby, it is, then.” She forked a piece of succulent tuna into her mouth; the coriander Pesto complimented the fish to mouth-watering proportions. “ Mmm . My compliments to the chef.”
    “Thank you.”
    She wasn’t fast enough to hide her surprise. “You cooked this?”
    “I did.” Pointing his fork at her, he winked. “No need to raise your brows quite so high. I’m a dab hand with a piece of fish and a stove.”
    “You are full of surprises.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment also.”
    “You should, I would have never taken you for a foodie.”
    His smile shot straight to her heart as he sliced into his fish, his gaze never leaving hers. “As long as you do take me.”
    Over the course of the meal they relaxed, neither of them seemed to notice when the conversation moved from frivolous everyday issues, to more personal topics. By the time they’d reached the coffee stage, Sandy found herself talking about her mother again, sharing the good times and the bad with Cameron. She’d never told anyone about her mother’s battle with deep depression until this morning when she’d shared it with him.
    “Enough about me. I want to get to know you, Cam. Coming here tonight showed me that I hardly know you.”
    “Because you found out I’m a prince?”
    “Not to mention you own this beautiful house. What was that the night of the ball?” She mocked the wink he’d given her when she’d asked about the house. “‘I know the guy who owns it’.”
    He chuckled at her imitation of his deep voice. “You ran from me when I told you I loved you. Imagine if I’d confessed to owning the house, too.”
    Because she felt at ease with him, Sandy winked, offered up a cheeky smile. “That could’ve been a deciding factor in me hanging around.”
    Cam faked surprise. “Did Sandy make a joke?”
    She laughed. “I know, unheard of.”
    “Would you like to move to a less formal setting?” He rose, placing his serviette on the table next to his plate.
    As he walked around the table, Sandy stood and met him. “Cam, I should tell you now, I’m not ready to sleep with you.” She thought she’d better be upfront about it before he led her to his room, expecting more from her than she was prepared to give this soon.
    He took her hands, holding them as he smoothed his thumbs over the backs. A shockwave of excitement tingled through her. “Thanks for telling me, sweetheart, but you have no reason to worry. I’m old fashioned. I like a woman to be in love with me before I move to that stage in our relationship—it’s a principle thing.”
    Her laugh came out a little shaky. She couldn’t tell him she loved him yet, not after her lame joke about his home. He’d think she went from needing time to consider a relationship to declarations of love because she found out he owned this house. What woman wouldn’t fall on her face for the chance to be with a prince and live in a residence like this? So no, she’d have to keep all admissions of love to herself until they were sure of each other.
    “I’m delighted to hear that, Prince. Now tell me about your childhood. I bet it was incredible.”
    He gave a sardonic laugh as he led her by the hand. “It was certainly something.”
    Cam