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Bought by the Billionaire Prince by Carol Marinelli. Copyright 2007 by Harlequin Books S.A.
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CHAPTER ONE (CONT'D)

'Where is he?' Jasmine's hopeful face scanned the crowd for a first glimpse of a suitable good-looking surgeon. 'Does he look like you?'

'Not in the least.' Meg laughed but didn't elaborate. Alex Hunter was as dark as Meg Donovan was blond, his eyes black where Meg's were blue. They looked nothing alike and with good reason--both were adopted, Alex when he was a toddler, Meg when she was twelve years old. But despite their differences, despite not sharing one shred of DNA, they were as close as any blood brother and sister.

'Does he know what boat you're coming on?'

'I told him ages ago.' Meg frowned. 'Well, I emailed him with the details.'

'And he got it?' Jasmine checked.

'Yes, I'm sure he got it,' Meg answered, but a trickle of unease slid down her spine. 'He should be here.'

'Well, it doesn't look like he is,' Jasmine pointed out as the crowd started to disperse. 'Maybe he's stuck at the hospital.'

'Maybe,' Meg answered, but she wasn't convinced. It was most unlike Alex to just not turn up; if he couldn't make it himself then he'd have sent someone. 'Though I haven't checked my emails for ages. Maybe he's been trying to get hold of me.'

'So what do we do now?' Jasmine asked, her eyes scanning the notice boards. 'They said at the youth hostel there were usually loads of signs advertising for seasonal workers, but there doesn't seem to be any--not that I fancy fruit-picking!'

'It sounds fun. And you do need the work,' Meg pointed out. Jasmine wasn't just down to her last Euro, she was dipping into Meg's carefully planned budget and, frankly, Meg was tired of hearing Jasmine say she'd pay her back as soon as she got some work.

'Well, I think fruit-picking sounds awful.' Jasmine pouted, but soon cheered up, cheekily ripping down a notice and then pocketing it. 'This is more me. They're looking for casual staff at the casino and there's discounted accommodation--ooh, look, there's even a courtesy bus.'

'I think that's for the clientele,' Meg said as some holiday-makers who certainly weren't backpackers were escorted into the luxury vehicle.

'So?' Jasmine shrugged and pulled on her backpack as she called to the bus driver to wait for her--Meg couldn't help but smile; Jasmine was like a cat who always landed on her feet. 'Come on, Meg.'

'I don't think so.' Meg shook her head. 'A casino is the last place I want to be. All that noise and bustle . . . '

'All those rich men!' Jasmine giggled and even Meg managed a laugh. 'Come on, Meg, hold off on your search for inner peace for a few days and come and have some fun at the casino. We can share a room.'

'It's really not me.' Raking a hand through her blond hair, Meg felt the salt and grease and almost relented--given Alex wasn't here, that long soak in a bath she'd been looking forward to wasn't going to eventuate and accommodation at the casino, even if it was budget accommodation, was surely going to be better than some of the hostels she'd stayed in. 'I think I'll head over to the hospital.' Meg checked out her map. 'It isn't very far. Maybe he is just caught up at work. You'd better go or you're going to miss that courtesy bus.'

'Well, if it doesn't work out with your brother, you know where I am.'

'Thanks.' Meg grinned, watching as her friend climbed on the bus and waved her off, wishing, wishing she could, even for a little while, be as happy and as carefree as Jasmine--could relax just a little bit, could have just a fraction of her confidence. The universe itself seemed to provide Jasmine with her assured nature.

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