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She nods. “The seniors from the knitting club who won the competition.”

“That’s right. According to my sister, they’re all going to vie for my attention,” I say with a grin. “Are you up for the competition?”

Elle laughs. It’s the kind of laugh that hits you right in the center of your heart and causes the corners of your mouth to go fully up. “Sure, I can handle some competition from a few old ladies.”

“If this thing with the seniors pans out like that and I trade you for a gorgeous octogenarian, then I won’t even have to tell Maggie about us.”

She playfully bumps her fist against my shoulder. “Nice try, Prince Charming. We’re telling her. The sooner the better.”

I give her hand a squeeze. “You’re absolutely right.”

“I know I am. It’s stupid that I’m nervous about it. I’m sure Maggie is going to be happy for us, but it’s weird. You’re her brother. She and I won’t ever be able to talk about my relationship like we normally do.”

“Why not?”

She raises one of her eyebrows. “Seriously? You think she wants to hear about her brother’s bedroom adventures?”

“Oh, relax. We haven’t shared any bedroom adventures.”

“Yet,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. “I mean, we probably will, sometime in the future.”

“You bet.”

I pull her close and kiss her until she makes another one of her adorable sounds.

“You drive me crazy,” I say, letting my hands roam over her back.

She giggles before gently pushing me away. “Look who’s talking, mister. Anyway, I hate to break it to you, but we’ve got to get a move on.”

“Right. Work.”

I seem to be forgetting things left and right, but who can blame me? Any healthy guy would walk on clouds with a girl like Elle by his side.

We take our places for the last meet and greet of the day. I already know I won’t be able to concentrate. All I can think of are Elle’s words about the two of us sharing bedroom adventures.

As we take pictures with kids who are hopped up on sugar and their tired—but happy—parents, I steal glances at Elle. It’s hard to believe she started out as a hot dog girl. Seeing her as Princess Charlotte would convince anyone she’s been doing this job for ages. It’s almost as if she was born for this.

I also know she thinks she’s overweight, but that’s crazy. Just because she’s not one of those super-thin girls doesn’t mean she isn’t stunning. I so wish she could see that. My goodness, if she could spend a day in my shoes and see herself like I see her, she’d never have doubts about her weight again. The way her body curves is nothing but irresistible. I’m positive everyone agrees with me. I mean, I’m not blind. I catch the way guys look at her when they’re queuing for a picture with us, or when she throws a smile their way.

“Of course. Isn’t that right, Prince Charming?” she asks, whisking me from my daydreams.

“Huh?”

She laughs. “These adorable kids want to know if our lives are as magical as a fairy tale.”

“What did Princess Charlotte tell you?” I ask the girl with pigtails who’s looking up at Elle with admiration in her eyes.

“She says every day with Prince Charming is like a fairy tale. Is that true?”

I smile at the girl. “Absolutely.”

“Is it true that you love each other?” another girl asks, eliciting an embarrassed reaction from her mother.

I don’t mind the question, though. “Yes. Prince Charming and Princess Charlotte are very much in love,” I say, and kiss Elle’s hand.

The kids are probably not sure whether this is all an act or not, but I know the truth. I’m head over heels and I want the whole world to know.

Chapter Nineteen