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haircut, slap a suit on that body and bam . Instant hottie.
    Now, instant husband.
    Her partner for a week. She had no backup out here. Not since walking out of the hotel suite this morning where the entire team had been inside with them all night going through last minute preparations.
    With his eyes on her, Ryder slid an egg-shaped diamond in an antique-looking setting onto her ring finger.
    She gave it a closer look. Timeless, elegant and tasteful. Points to the team for coming up with something that certainly looked valuable.
    He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, drawing her attention back to his face. He had another smile in place, but it didn’t reach the gray eyes that seemed to hover in shadows.
    The only time she’d noticed a different expression in those eyes had been when he’d seen her in a dress for the first time right before they left the hotel. The look he’d given her then had stirred with an awareness that had her practically tripping over her feet.
    Until she’d realized that, hello, she was nothing special. Any man who’d been locked away in prison for five months would have looked at her like a dessert begging to be devoured.
    Probably just one of the reasons doubt had set up camp in the minister’s gaze the minute he’d laid eyes on her. If this man of God was already finding her unworthy, just wait until Ryder’s family figured out that her blood ran Appalachian Mountain red instead of old-money blue, the way a wealthy wife’s should.
    Bianca knew first hand how the old-money set worked. She’d been on the receiving end of judgmental snobbery and had the emotional scars to show for it. She slid the gold band into place on Ryder’s finger.
    The minister said, “I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
    Bianca could swear that sounded like a dare.
    Ryder lowered his head.
    She could do this. She’d obsessed over this very moment for the entire two days they’d spent preparing. Two whole days to cram for the performance of her life—and prepare mentally to kiss the son of Hubrecht Van Dyke.
    Bianca drew in a deep breath for courage and shouldn’t have. She inhaled a mixture of his natural scent and sultry cologne that should come with a warning that brain cells incinerated with one sniff.
    She would not be the weak link in this operation. If Ryder could do this, so could she. Bianca lifted up to meet him halfway, her hands on his arms.
    She’d expected to be ravaged by a man who’d just walked out of prison.
     But his lips moved softly on hers, so gentle it took her by surprise, and even if her mind knew he was a criminal, her body decided right there that it liked Ryder Van Dyke’s mouth, and crud , she hadn’t seen that one coming.     
    Dropping her guard was a mistake, because Ryder apparently noticed the change.
    He pulled her into his arms and proceeded to kiss the livin’ daylights out of her, as they said back home. His mouth molded to hers, the bold kiss of a raider claiming his conquest without remorse.
    Sensations flooded her body and sent her pulse racing fast as a hound after a rabbit. She could feel the thump of his heart so he wasn’t entirely unaffected either. Ryder kept kissing her, driving the embrace to an intimate level Bianca had never experienced with ... any man. Period.
    Not like she’d been given a wide variety of kissers to judge against. Only two. But this kiss took the blue ribbon. Her brain fought for oxygen, blaring a warning that she couldn’t hear.
    Every fiber of her body tensed under an onslaught of excitement and emotions she had to get under control. Her nipples ached. She wanted to rub them against his chest.
       Bianca gripped the lapels of Ryder’s suit to give him a nudge to stop, but to her discredit she held on for just a few more seconds.
    Someone cleared his throat. The minister?
    Ryder finally ended the kiss, but the pandemonium spinning low inside her was still picking up momentum.
    Holy smokin’