“This is my heart, right here.” Delicately, she caressed a red petal. “I’ve just recently created bath and body products for Nocturne, so the formula’s already made. With everything in place, it won’t take long to get this product up and running.”

He pulled the key from the ignition and locked up the bulldozer. “Looks like I’ve got to find a new building site.”

Chapter Five

He had his own Cyberpedia page. “An Olympic hopeful?” That’s impressive. Rosalina clicked on the Images bar and couldn’t believe how many photographs appeared for Brodie Bowie. Good God, she’d never seen a more handsome man. Thick, dark hair, bright blue eyes…and that smoking hot body? Broad shoulders, bulging biceps.

The door to the suite flew open, and a sting of embarrassment shot through her.

“They didn’t have baking trays, but will these work?” Harrison held up aluminum roasting pans. Behind him, Gustav came in, arms loaded with grocery bags.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” Rosalina closed out the search engine, pushed aside her laptop, and got up from the kitchen table. She hoped they hadn’t seen her screen. What’re you doing looking him up, you stalker? “I’m so excited.”

Harrison set the bags on the counter and pulled out a bottle of palm oil. “You realize you’re only in town for four more days, and instead of getting out there and seeing the sights, you’re working.”

“Oh, come on. This is a huge discovery.” And one that might not go anywhere. Her parents would never agree to let some random hotel in the middle of nowhere use the House of Villeneuve’s signature scent for their bath products, and Brodie had made his position perfectly clear…so yeah, not looking good.

But that wouldn’t stop her. If people worried about all the reasons why something wouldn’t work, nothing would ever get done.

Brodie. He’d been so detached. Aloof. And yet something about him made her heart pound and her skin tingle. As the daughter of a ruling prince, she’d grown up around dignitaries, kings, and queens. She didn’t intimidate easily. But Brodie Bowie scrambled her brains.

Well, until it came to his lyantha. She’d fight to the death for her flowers.

“Besides,” she said. “This phase isn’t time-consuming.” The petals needed to steep in the oil before she could replace them with fresh ones. “I’ll get out there after I set everything up.”

“You know, you could’ve gone to the store with us,” Harrison said. “No one’s going to recognize you here. It’s a whole different world.”

“We could get you some cowboy boots and a jean skirt,” Gustav said. “Then, you’ll look like a local.”