Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. “Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?”
“I’m not your Kate,” she said, feeling her lips curve. Her treacherous heart was no match for a flirtatious prince on a summer’s day.
“That’s the odd thing,” he said, lying on his back again and shading his eyes with an arm. “You are, you are, you are.

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