Page 110 of American Royalty

She nodded toward Jameson and the blond woman. “The prince and Lady Imogen Harrington. The two of them dated a few years ago. Maybe she’s trying to rekindle that old flame?”

She was the woman in the internet picture with Jameson that Nyla had showed her! He nodded at something Lady Imogen was saying, her hand resting comfortably, proprietarily, on his shoulder.

They’re in public. They’re old friends. He can’t be rude.

But that didn’t prevent Dani’s anger from growing, even as she knew it was irrational for her to be so upset. She engaged in small talk with the people near her but couldn’t keep her eyes from straying back to the two, who made a striking couple.

Who looked like they belonged together.

Liam reached over and put his hand on hers. She shot him a look, then realized he was removing the knife she’d been clenching.

“I know, this is totally not our scene. But it’ll be over soon,” he said, misinterpreting the reason for her distress. “Perhaps I can convince you to join me for a drink.”

She smiled noncommittally and took a sip of water.Get yourself together, Dani.

“You know,” Liam continued, “wherever we go, we’re usually the ones who are fawned over. But in this situation, they’re the rock stars and we’re just commoners. I never thought I’d ever be in aposition when I’d say that someone was out of my league. But these royals are in a class of their own.”

Dani looked back over at Jameson just as Lady Imogen placed her hand over his on the table. Hints of red tinged the edges of her vision and she reached for her glass.

It was going to be a long night!