"I know you only did it to bring me to my senses," Eddie said. "And it worked. I see now that you are capable of passion. I just need to be more patient with you."
The prince hadn't been patient, Holly thought absently. He'd been very impatient. Rough, demanding, forceful.
"I didn't kiss the prince to make you jealous." She'd kissed him because she couldn't help herself.
"Never mind that now. Put my ring back on your finger, and we'll go out there and tell the press we'd had a row and you kissed the prince because you were pining for me."
Life had a strange sense of humour, Holly reflected numbly. Eddie was offering to get back together. But she was already being propelled down a very different path.
"That isn't possible."
"We're going to make a great couple." He was smugly confident. "We'll have the Porsche and the big house. You don't need to be a waitress any more."