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as Gavin had pretty much ordered her to and then got down to work. After all, someone had to bring home the bacon in this marriage.

Chapter Four
    â€œH ow did you find this place?” Becca asked as they pulled into a Lake Tahoe–area parking lot Sunday afternoon after a two-hour drive.
    â€œOn the internet,” Gavin answered, grateful that the outside of the Hearts Entwined Wedding Chapel matched the picture on the web. It was the newest chapel in the region, so he hoped it would be the nicest—and that the owners were discreet.
    â€œSo, they’re letting us just take pictures?” she asked. “How did you manage that?”
    â€œMoney always talks. For a couple hundred dollars I bought the ceremony, minus the legalities. Not expensive at all.” He turned off the ignition and faced her. She looked stunning in her off-white silk suitwith the above-the-knee skirt and super-high heels, a fascinating contrast of sweet and sexy.
    â€œI’ll reimburse you, of course.” She reached over and combed his hair with her fingers, startling him with the action. “There.” She let her hand drift away, but her gaze stayed locked with his. “You look very groomlike in your dark suit and white shirt. Very handsome.”
    The moment turned too serious, or maybe too tense. It was hard to tell. To change the mood he reached into the backseat and pulled out a box. “Your bouquet.”
    â€œFor me?” Her eyes lit up, and her cheeks turned pink.
    He’d genuinely surprised her, which made him happy he’d taken the time to do things right.
    â€œOh! It’s gorgeous!” She pressed her face into the pink-and-white rose bouquet and inhaled the fragrance. “You thought of everything. Thank you!”
    Her happiness pleased him like nothing else had in so long. Because she was tempting enough to kiss, he had her pin a white-rose boutonniere on his lapel, her look of concentration making him smile.
    When she was done she patted his chest then pulled back in a hurry, as if she’d overstepped.
    â€œWe need to look married,” he said, capturing her hands in his. “That means touching.”
    â€œIn front of other people, maybe. Not when it’s just us.”
    â€œWe need to get used to it so it’s normal for us,don’t you think?” He acknowledged it was just an excuse to touch her, but it still made sense for their purposes.
    â€œYou’re very sensible, Gavin.”
    No, I’m actually all stirred up. He wondered what she would say to that. “Ready?” he asked.
    She looked at the building and took a deep breath. “Ready.”
    He held her hand as they went inside, the interior dark, with rich wood walls and silk-upholstered guest chairs. A floor-to-ceiling oil painting of Lake Tahoe and the Sierra Nevadas held center stage, a beautiful backdrop for photographs to be taken during and after the ceremony.
    â€œMr. Callahan?” A slight man with white hair approached. “I’m Reverend Sorbo.”
    â€œThank you for fitting us in, Reverend. This is Ms. Sheridan.”
    The man nodded. “Everything is ready for you. Please follow me.”
    For the first photos, Gavin and Becca were posed as if reciting their vows, with the reverend in the background between them, then he said, “Rings?”
    Becca shot a look at Gavin. “Oh, we don’t—”
    â€œOf course we do,” he said, interrupting her. He dipped into his pocket and pulled out matching bands, each carved with swirls and dotted with diamond chips.
    Her hand shook as he put her ring on her finger, the photographer coming up closer to capture themoment. Gavin found he was a little shaky, as well, and chalked it up to perpetuating the lie. Sometimes he was able to set all that aside, but putting a wedding ring on her brought it to the forefront. Marriage was supposed to be revered and respected.
    â€œNext would be a kiss,”