Heidi felt a faint heat on her cheeks. She told herself it was from the exertion of her walk. After all, her room was some distance from the dining room. Also, she'd been walking quickly because she wanted to catch Jamal alone.Which he had been...and they now were.

There was the sensation of more heat, which she ignored. She cleared her throat. "Yes, well, I can explain."

Jamal Khan moved toward her, stopping only when he was within touching distance. She hated that she had to look up to see him. She hated even more that he was so appealing. The princes were walking,

breathing, life-sized cliches.All tall, dark, handsome and rich. Jamal was the worst of the three in her opinion.

He stood at least two inches over six feet. He wore his jet-black hair brushed straight back in a conservative style that suited his strong bone structure perfectly. His suit wastailored, his tie probably cost as much as a month's dining pass at her college. Don't even get her started on his shoes.Handmade. Leather.

Heidi felt a slight shiver at the base of her spine. It was a dumb place for a shiver to begin so she ignored that, too.

"It's been a long time, Heidi," he said, holding out his hand. "What a pleasure to see you again."

She briefly shook hands with him then laced her fingers together behind her back where they were out of danger. She hadn't really felt any tingling when they'd touched. No jolt of any kind.Really. If she had, well, she would ignore that along with the odd sort of weakness in her knees.

"Yes, it's been a while." She glanced over her shoulder and stared down the empty hallway. "They'll be here any moment. We have to talk."

"They?"He drew out the word just long enough to make her realize he thought she was crazy.

"Your father and grandmother.King Givon came to see me this afternoon. He made these noises about us getting married.You and me. I don't know why. We barely know each other. We're not suited at all. We have to stop him."

"The king made noises? Like grunts? Or was it a coughing sound."

Heidi glared at him. "You're not taking me seriously."

Jamal had the audacity to smile. "No, I'm not. If you're not interested in an arranged marriage then simply tell him so."

"I did. He didn't listen."

"Then say no to me."

This was by far the strangest conversation she'd had in her life...bar none.

"Aren't you upset? Doesn't this bug you? He's arranging your life. And mine. I don't want this."

Jamal touched her cheek. It was a casual gesture, nearly paternal. Even so, she felt her heart make a little thunk in her chest.

"I'm Prince Jamal Khan of El Bahar," he said.

She resisted the urge to say "Duh."

"It is my duty to marry and produce heirs," he continued. "I haven't met anyone I wish to be with so when the time comes, I'll accept an arranged match. It has been this way for hundreds of years."

"I know the custom," Heidi said through gritted teeth. "I've studied the culture. That's not my point. My

point is I don't want to be a part of history. Don't you get it? Your father thinks we would be a good match. You have to stop him before he goes too far."

Dark brown eyes regarded her thoughtfully. "Why don't you stop him? Simply tell him you'll refuse me."

"It would be better if you didn't ask me in the first place," she muttered. "I sort of owe the king. He's been really good to me since my grandfather died. Even before that. I would feel horrible turning him down." She looked up at him. "But I really, really don't want to marry you."

"How flattering," Jamal murmured.

Jamal had been prepared to meet Heidi the Horrible. Instead he found himself being almost charmed by a young woman who was much more schoolgirl than termagant.

"I didn't mean it that way," she told him. "Don't go getting all male and insulted."

"Male and insulted?What does that mean?"

She glared at him,then pushed up her glasses. "You know. Guys hate it when women are honest. You all need your egos catered to. It's really time-consuming."

"Ah. You have personal experience with this ego-catering?"

"Not exactly, but I've seen a lot of it."

"Secondhand knowledge?"

Her nose wrinkled in what he assumed was the scrunchy expression that had intimidated Malik. "I don't have to cut off my arm to know I wouldn't like the experience."

He mulled over that thought. "You're saying that you don't have to be involved with a man to know he's interested in having his ego catered to?"

"Exactly."Her tone of voice was pleased, as if a particularly dull student had given a clever response.

Jamal stared at his dinner guest. As Malik had promised, Heidi did dress like a spinster. Tonight she wore a gray dress that buttoned tightly to a high collar. Despite the heat of the June evening, her arms were covered with long sleeves and her skirt fell nearly to her ankles. Not a drop of makeup covered her pale skin. If her hazel eyes appeared wide, it was because of their shape, not because she'd used cosmetics. Light brown hair had been pulled back into an unattractively tight bun. The small glasses perched on her nose only added to the cliche of the spinster schoolteacher.

He narrowed his gaze. While she wasn't really a Prune Princess, she had the look of a woman who didn't like men very much.Which was unfortunate.

With the right clothes and a better hairstyle, she could be pretty. From what he could tell through the thick material of her dress, her shape appeared to be pleasant enough.

"So it would never work," she assured him."The marriage thing. We don't know each other. I doubt we would like each other. I don't even ride."

He blinked. "Ride what? I don't understand." What did riding have to do with an arranged marriage?

"I don't know how to make the sentencemore clear ." Her expression clearly indicated her lack of faith in his intelligence. He wasn't the bright student anymore.

"I understand the sentence, just not your point."

She drew in a deep breath. "I haven't ridden a horse in years. Princesses ride. Isn't that the law or something?"

Jamal felt his mouth twitch slightly. Odd, he thought, but also appealing in a twisted sort of way. As for her other concerns...

"I will do my best not to propose," he promised.

"Thank you. I'm sure you'd be a wonderful husband, but I couldn't be less interested." She paused. "I don't mean that against you personally. I don't want to marry anyone. I'm very independent."

There was a surprise, he thought humorously.

He pulled out a chair for her, waited until she was seated, then eased it back into place. He then drew out the chair next to her for himself. If nothing else, he would spend his evening entertained.

"Why are you sitting there?" she asked in alarm. "Don't get close. You'll give them ideas."

"According to you, they already have ideas."

"They don't need encouragement. You should sit across from me.As far away as possible. Then ignore me at dinner. Be rude, even. I won't mind."

Her hazel eyes widened with heartfelt sincerity. Jamal couldn't remember the last woman who had so clearly expressed her lack of interest in him. In a strange way, he found her candor oddly appealing. After all, life had taught him to be cynical where women were concerned. He'd had his share of females interested in his money, his title, his fame, or all of the above.

A virgin who wanted him to keep his distance was a refreshing change.

"Sit there," she said, pointing across the table.

The teak dining-room table could seat as many as twenty people, but tonight it had been set for only six. Heidi indicated the place setting across from hers and over one. Unfortunately for her, it was still close enough that they could talk.

Who was Heidi McKinley, and where had she come from? He remembered a skinny, young girl getting underfoot. But those memories were from his teen years very long ago. Malik implied she'd visited several times and recently. Had he been so busy with his own life that he hadn't paid attention? What set of circumstances had turned her into a unique combination of innocence and nerve?

"You're looking at me," she said. "Don't do that. Ignore me.Really. It's fine."

He obligingly turned his attention away from her, only to have it drawn back to her pale face. Why was she so afraid of marriage? More important, why wasn't he in a panic of his own? His wife had been dead nearly six years. Jamal knew that the king had been giving him time to recover from his loss.

He grimaced. There wasn't enough time in eternity for him to get over Yasmin, but he wasn't about to tell his father that. Nor would he share that his feelings for the woman weren't what everyone thought.

Was King Givon considering arranging another match for his middle son?

Jamal knew it was just a matter of time until he was expected to marry again. This time he would have to produce heirs. Unlike Khalil, he hadn't met anyone and fallen in love. For him the woman he chose as his wife would simply be the lesser of two evils. Someone he could tolerate and perhaps even be friends with.

His gaze settled on his guest. So far, Heidi wasn't an unappealing choice.

She caught him looking at her and gave him a tight, worried smile. Malik was wrong, he thought. She wasn't a prune. She was actually somewhat cute.

There were footsteps in the hallway. Heidi pushed up her glasses then leaned toward him. "Remember,"

she said. "Be rude. Ignore me. It's what I really want."