Laura said quietly, once Ali raced off to serve more drinks. “After all, Ali’s never right.” “She was right about you meeting me,” Brandon pointed out. Laura crossed her arms beligerently. “Are you trying to say you’re my prince?” “I’d love to be.” “Well, you can’t.” “Why not?” “Don’t look now, but you’re not from around these parts.” “I am for the next couple of weeks. Don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to explore what’s between us?” “There isn’t—” She cut herself short. “Well, okay, there is, but I think it’s just”—she waved vaguely—“you know, chemistry.” “There’s a lot to be said for chemistry.” “Right,” she retorted, leaning toward him until he could pick up the scent of her perfume. “For instance, it could blow up in our faces.”
