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said. “Lee, you know, like the blue jeans.” It did sound familiar . . . kind of.
    “Lee . . . ?” He squeezed her hands and smiled at her. Encouraging her. She knew a moment of panic, until the old cowboy in the doorway tugged his hat off his head and brushed a bit of dust from the crown.
    Suddenly, in a burst of what felt like a real memory, she knew. “Stetson. Lee Stetson,” she said, mentally crossing her fingers.
    “Lee Stetson?” The corner of his mouth quirked up in that perfect grin again. “Good name for a barrel racer, I guess.”
    So she did race barrels! She’d only said she’d fallen off her horse, not that she raced. He must know something about her. Lee practically sighed in relief . . . at last, a clue she could use. That much of what she’d remembered must be right.
    “I always thought it was a stupid name,” she said, tugging her hands out of his light grasp. But it was her name, wasn’t it? It sounded right, but it was so hard to think when he touched her. Her fingers felt suddenly lonely, clasped together in her lap. She swallowed back the uneasy sensations bombarding her.
    “Your parents must have liked it.” He grinned down at her. “I think it’s just fine, a fine name.”
    “My parents must have had noodles for brains,” she answered. “Fine for what?”
    He grinned even wider. “To tell you the truth, I was so mad at Betsy Mae when I found out she ran off and married that clown after promising to marry me, I thought I’d blow a gasket. But then when she said you’d agreed to take her place, well, Lee, I want you to know how much I appreciate what you’re doing.”
    “Thanks, I guess,” Lee said, scrambling mentally for her bearings. What a flake! Her opinion of Tag Martin took a deep dive. His fiancée marries another man, and he just casually switches to another woman? Someone he’s never met?
    Wow!
    “But we have to hurry. People are already arriving, and you’re not even dressed.”
    “Dressed?” He honestly expected her to go through with this? Betsy Mae must have some terrific powers of persuasion if she’d talked Lee into marrying this jerk.
    “The preacher will be here”—he glanced down at the serviceable watch on a thick leather band around his wrist—“in about half an hour. Think you can be dressed and ready to play the part of the blushing bride by then?”
    “Uh, I, um . . .”
    “Good girl,” he said, patting her hand. “Yep, I think it’s gonna work. We’ll do just fine together.”
    She glanced wildly about the room, at the old cowboy standing by the door, then back to the dark blue eyes gazing directly into her own. Oh yeah, just fine, she thought. Absolutely, one hundred percent fine.
    She really should get a prize for keeping her smile intact. Maybe Betsy Mae was blackmailing her? Maybe Lee’d done something so appalling, she’d do anything not to be caught, up to and including marriage to this guy.
    But when Lee tried to remember there was nothing but a huge void where her past should be, and the threat of another headache. “Why don’t you fill me in again on the details,” she said, mentally crossing her fingers.
    “It won’t be that difficult.” Tag looked back at Coop, as if searching for instructions, but the old cowboy just shrugged his shoulders. “You just have to, uh, do bride stuff. You know, repeat after the minister, look, well, like you’re head over heels in love with me. You know, act like a bride.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to keep it simple. Nothing personal, you understand, but I’m really only doing this for my grandmother.”
    “His gramma’s been threatening to . . .”
    “Find me a wife if I don’t find one myself before I turn forty,” Tag said, interrupting Coop. “It was all Coop’s idea. I thought at first it was pretty dumb, but once Betsy Mae agreed, we figured, well, hey, it’ll work.”
    “It’s called a marriage of convenience,” the old cowboy said. “I’ve read about