Nobody's Princess by Jennifer Greene

Author:Jennifer Greene
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

Seven

Regan cupped her chin in a palm. Sheesh. It was so pitiful. Her rabid feminists...the three most dedicated, militant, hard-core man-eaters in all of her classes... had turned into eyelash batters faster than a finger snap. Faith had smoothed her hair. Julie hadn’t quit with those shy, seductive smiles. Priss had pushed back her chair and crossed her legs—displayed in the season’s shortest skirt, no less.

It was like watching Rome fall from a sideline seat.

Alex didn’t even do anything—besides pull up a chair and look adorable. Well. Once he heard a replay of the whole Genius-Juno discussion, he promptly, chivalrously, took the blame for his entire half of the species.

The truth was, Regan thought glumly, she was just as inclined to bat her eyelashes at him as the girls. But someone had to maintain decorum at the table. Her three budding feminists kept sneaking her glances. Is this your guy? they silently asked. Regan had the distinct, disastrous feeling they were seeing orange blossoms and china patterns in her future. It was the same old story. The girls were dead positive they were antimen—until a cute guy crossed their path, at which point they were positive “true love” would win and happily-ever-afters would instantly ensue.

Teaching them to tch-tch at the fairy tale had always been a lot easier in theory than reality.

Alex murmured, “Was it something I said?”

“You mean because the three of them suddenly took a powder faster than fillies at the Kentucky Derby? No. They freaked out because they thought we wanted to be alone. So we could discuss glassware and china patterns and the important things in life.”

“Uh, beg your pardon? China patterns?”

“China patterns are a female ritual thing,” Regan patiently explained. “I thought it died out a couple of decades ago, but then I came to live in the South. It’s still thriving here. Basically china patterns are a critical nesting symbol. You haven’t really hooked your man until you’ve tamed the beast into dutifully trailing after you in a store to pick out china patterns.”

“Possibly this conversation is too intellectual for me, because I’m still not getting it,” Alex said dryly. “Your girls split at the speed of sound because of something as incredibly convoluted as china patterns?”

“Give or take.” Since she was looking for an excuse anyway, she batted her eyelashes at him. “They thought you were courting me. That you’re my guy. That they were interfering in a ‘true love romance’ by hanging around.”

“Ah.” Alex’s eyes danced with humor—and a darker glint of something less fathomable. “Okay, got that. Now could you give me a clue how the conversation leapt from the God-can’t-you-just-hate-all-men discussion to true love romance?”

“Damned if I know. It seems to be something that women do. Worse yet, it always seems logical to us. That’s what’s so frightening. Sometimes I think there’s just no solution except for all of us to come back in the next life as men.”

“No, no, you don’t want to do that. I like you just the way you are.

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