“Oh, he’s used to my schedule by now. That’s why we’re such a great team.”

Team? Seemed strange that she hadn’t said couple.

Vanessa pulled her keys out of her tote and headed for the door, heels clicking on the wood floor. “Talk later.”

Once she was gone, Rosie sighed. “She’s really not happy I’m staying here.”

“It’s none of her business.” He headed into the kitchen and pulled a couple knives out of the block.

“Brodie, I don’t want to cause problems in your relationship.”

“We work together. That’s it.” He handed her one, and then pulled a box off the stack. Setting it on the table, he shoved it towards her.

She stabbed into the taped center and sliced it open. “Does she know that?”

“I’ve told her, so I sure as hell hope so.” He hefted another one and opened it.

“Okay, but if it becomes a problem, let me know, and I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”

“Not necessary. With all we’ve got to do, you need to stay here.”

“True. Especially since I can’t rent a car.” Once she’d pulled out the contents, she started carrying them into the kitchen.

“Felon?”

“What?” She looked horrified at the idea, until she saw he was joking. “No. If I’m going incognito, I can’t rent a car under the name Rosalina Anais Isabella Villeneuve.”

“No, you’re right. That wouldn’t fit on the rental agreement.” He set an armful of mason jars on the counter.

“You love to have fun with me.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Because you can’t get over the whole royalty thing?” she said to his back, as he walked out of the kitchen.

He stopped and turned to her. “Because you’re a princess who ran in front of my bulldozer. Because instead of booking spa time, you spent your first day in town doing your chemistry project. Because you dress like royalty one minute and the girl next door the next.”

“Yes, and while I seem like a complex puzzle of contradictions, I’m really just a girl, standing in front of a guy, asking him to go into business with her.”

“Oh, we’re doing this.” He rubbed his hands together. “You talk to your family?”

“I did, and they’re not interested in any of my plans.” She looked so damn disappointed.

“To hell with them. We got this, princess.” He headed back to the table to open the last box.

“Right, so, since I’ll be using your flower petals and my proprietary ingredients—that took me years to formulate—I’d like a straight-up partnership. Your flowers, my formula, our product. You agree to only sell it through this one hotel—that’s including the spa and the store, and when I go home, I’ll open the same exact store in St. Christophe.”