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On the left breast pocket was the royal seal that proclaimed him prince. Hannah had always considered the opinion that women fell for men in uniform nonsense. Until now.
    He looked so . . . dashing, she admitted, though her practical side searched for a less dramatic word. The snowy white jacket accented his tan and the dark contrast of his hair. He grinned at her, making Hannah aware that he understood his effect. Automatically she rose to dip into a curtsy.
    “Bennett, I’d forgotten what a heartbreaker you are in dress whites.” Eve tipped her face up for a kiss. “Maybe I should tell Hannah to take an aspirin and stay behind after all.”
    “I think Lady Hannah can take care of herself. Can’t you,
chérie
?”
    Hannah decided then and there that if she had to fence with him, she would wield her foil well. “It’s alwaysbeen the case.”
    “You are a bit pale.” He touched a finger to her cheek. “Are you really not well?”
    “It’s nothing.” She wondered if he could feel her blood stir at the casual contact. “And Eve assures me that a drive along the sea is exactly the right prescription.”
    “Good. I’ll bring her back with roses in her cheeks.”
    “If you’ll give me a moment, I need to get my bag.”
    “Bennett.” Eve stopped him before he could follow Hannah out. “Am I wrong, or did I see something just now?”
    He didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. “I’m not sure.”
    “Hannah’s lived a very sheltered life. I suppose I don’t have to tell you to be . . . well, careful?”
    Though the sunlight streamed in behind him, his eyes cooled. “No, I don’t have to be reminded who a man in my position can and can’t have an affair with.”
    “I didn’t say that to annoy you.” Instantly Eve was on her feet, taking his hands. “We were friends long before we were family, Ben. I only ask because I’m fond of her and I know how irresistible you can be.”
    He softened, as he always did with Eve. “You always managed to resist.”
    “You always treated me like a sister.” Eve hesitated again, torn between two loyalties. “Would I be pushing if I said she’s not your usual type?”
    “No, she’s not. Perhaps that’s what baffles me. Stop worrying.” He bent to kiss her brow. “I won’t damage your proper British friend.”
    “It could be I’m just as concerned about you.”
    “Then don’t be.” Giving her cheek a careless stroke, he walked to the door. “Tell Marissa I’ll bring her some seashells.”
    Calm and resigned to her decision, Hannah met him at the top of the stairs. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
    “We’ve plenty of time. I can promise the drive will be worth the pomp and speeches on the other end.”
    “I don’t object to pomp and speeches.”
    “Then we’re fortunate. Claude.” Bennett nodded to the tall, sturdy man who waited beside the main doors.
    “Good morning, Your Highness. Lady Hannah. Your car is ready, sir.”
    “Thank you, Claude.” Bennett steered Hannah through the doors knowing the simple statement meant that the road between Cordina and Le Havre had been secured.
    Hannah saw the car the moment they stepped outside. The zippy little French convertible sat at the foot of the steps flanked by two solid sedans.
    “Do you drive that?”
    “Looks like I should wind it up, doesn’t it?” Bennett touched the shiny red hood with affection. “Handles like a dream. I’ve had her up to one-twenty on a straight.”
    She thought of how it would feel, speeding beside the sea with the wind on her face. Hannah pushed aside such wishes and tried for an uneasy look. “I hope you don’t intend to try to break your record today.”
    With a laugh, he opened the door for her himself. “For you, I’ll drive like a grandfather.”
    Hannah slipped into the seat and nearly sighed with pleasure. “It is rather small.”
    “Big enough for two.” Bennett rounded the hood. Claude already had his door opened.
    “But surely you