He looked at where she pointed. “They’re my guards. I told you I’m Prince Miguel. I hid nothing from you.”
“I hid nothing from you as well. I’m a commoner. In fact, I’m poor.”
Miguel fought not to laugh. When he couldn’t, he burst into laughter. Hannah stood hands akimbo and watched him. “What poor commoner goes about with guards and lives in such a house as you do?”
“You know where I live? Men! You’re such a character.”
“When someone interests you, you make it a point of duty to find out all you can about the person." He regarded her thoughtfully. "Unless . . . you’re married or betrothed.”
“I’m neither of those. However, I can’t quite say that I’m free.”
Miguel nodded. He understood Hannah’s benefactor was the man who did all those for her. He frowned. He turned and bent over the r
