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my rebound guy?"
    He got a funny look on his face. "I would be honored to be your any kind of guy."
    I laughed. "And given your situation, you really don't have any choice."
    He grinned, looking like I'd called his bluff.
    I thought out loud. "I'll look like a mercenary bitch. Everyone will think I married you for your money."
    "So? What the hell do we care?" His eyes snapped and he sounded fierce. "Let them. We'll know, I'll know, the real reason. You have a good heart. You're helping out a friend. You're taking a challenging temporary assignment."
    Crap. He was wearing me down.
    "Pets?" I asked.
    "I have a dog," he said. "You?"
    I shook my head. "Kids?" I grinned. Someone had to lighten the tone.
    "I thought you said no sex?" There was a tease in his voice. "Maybe if we make it past the one-year mark—"
    I rolled my eyes. "I meant, do you currently have any?"
    "Is that a deal breaker?" His eyes sparkled.
    "Absolutely."
    "Having them or not? Because I can adopt."
    I grinned. "I like childless men."
    He grinned back.
    I couldn't believe I was actually considering his strange arrangement. "The thing is—logistics," I said. "I told Mom I was sick over the weekend. I told my coworkers. I made a fabulous story out of it and got a lot of sympathy." I tried to smile. "I mean, a lot. Am I a pathological liar now? Why would I lie to them?"
    "Because you wanted to announce the wonderful news in person. And a case of food poisoning is the perfect cover for an elopement."
    I'd forgotten what a great sense of humor he had. I frowned. "Except…I threw up all over the plant manager's shoes at the distribution site for the company I sort of work at."
    "Nerves," he said. "Pre-wedding jitters. Happens all the time."
    I frowned. I had to remind him of one final slip-up, even though it could cost me a literal fortune. "There's a hitch—I called the credit card company. Remember?"
    "No problem. I'll have my people call them and tell them you were mistaken about the charges. I'll pay the bill in full." He paused. "How much do you owe?"
    "Now you ask?" I teased. "Pocket change to you. About three thousand."
    "Done." He looked relieved. "I'll get you signed up with one of those identity protection services. We don't want any problems with your impersonator."
    I was still wavering.
    "A fake marriage is serious stuff," he said. "If you need time to think it over, I'll understand. But think of it this way, Kay, it could be a grand adventure."
    I looked into his eyes. He was dead serious. And he'd been thinking what I had. When would I get the chance to be a billionaire's wife again?
    "I work a lot. I won't be home much. You can do pretty much anything you want, as long as you keep our secret and don't publicly embarrass me…with other men." He stared down at our clasped hands and rubbed mine with his thumb. "For my part, I promise to put the toilet seat down and pick up my socks. Well, the maid picks up my socks. But same deal, right?"
    "Are you saying we're not going to have an open marriage of convenience?" I shook my head. "Crap, that sounds old-fashioned."
    "You believe in open marriages?" He looked surprised.
    "I meant the marriage of convenience thing—who does that?"
    He laughed. It was a heartwarming, melodious sound.
    "What about you?" I said. "I don't want to be embarrassed, either. Are you giving up a girlfriend?"
    He looked startled by the question. "I work too much to have a girlfriend."
    "But a wife is no problem?"
    His grin deepened. "A wife of convenience. They're much more understanding. Girlfriends expect too much."
    I smiled back at him. My life was pretty much in the toilet. What did I have to lose? Still, it was a huge deal to rush into marriage, even a highly convenient one. "Can I sleep on it?"
    He nodded. "Harry's drawing up a contract. Take it with you. Read it over. Get a lawyer to look at it for you."
    "I need a lawyer now, too?" I said.
    "It's your standard post-nup," he said in an amused voice. "But yeah. Always have