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lot we can change at this point, but I’m sure I can tweak things to make her happy.”
    Good luck with that one. His stomach soured as he wondered if he was crass enough to hire someone if Mira refused him. His mouth had gone dry as the Nevada air.
    “Can I ask you something?” He looked at Tonya, the sheet of dark hair, the prim outfit, the patient smile. Damn, even she reminded him of Mira. “Are you married?”
    She blushed and shook her head, a grin playing on her lips. He smiled back, knowing he’d never marry anyone but Mira. He couldn’t risk losing her, and he knew she was serious about ending things if he did. It felt ridiculous, like a scene from one of the romantic comedies Mira usually had playing in her hotel room whenever he’d knock on her door after some event they’d both attended.
    Asking Mira for a favor was one thing; dragging a stranger into his family drama for only long enough to write them a check was . . . nauseating. He’d lose respect for himself, not to mention the way Mira and the rest of his friends would look at him knowing what he’d done.
    “Are we still on?” Mira’s voice lifted him like a marionette’s strings, bringing him to attention. Relief soothed the end of his frayed nerves and he pulled in a deep breath through his nose, her sweet rose scent finding him through the heat. He ignored the serious expression she wore, only caring that she’d taken the first step. He could talk her into anything from here.
    “Ready, willing, and waiting.” He placed one arm around her shoulders and pulled her up next to him. He didn’t intend to let her out of arm’s reach until the marriage was legal.
    “Miss Rose.” The smaller woman thrust out her hand, reminding Cal that she existed at all. “I’m Tonya. I helped Mr. Kerr arrange everything for the wedding.”
    Miranda shook her hand and smiled. “I figured he had some help. Details are not Callum’s strong suit.”
    Tonya lifted her shoulders and beamed. “You really were surprised then?”
    “Shocked. Thank you for humoring him on this. I can’t imagine he’s been easy to work with.” She shifted her attaché to her other hand and not-so-gently nudged him in the ribs. He didn’t budge.
    “Oh, he’s been great. Very direct about what he wants.”
    “Isn’t he just.” The smile she gave him could have frozen boiling water.
    He motioned for the chauffeur, who opened the door and ushered them in side. Tonya gave a little wave as the door shut, sealing them in for the ride to the courthouse. The driver must have read the mood, because as soon as he got in the limo he closed the partition.

    “We need to get crystal on a couple points.” Miranda moved to the seat that ran the length of the limousine, leaving Cal on the bench along the back. She needed to see his expression, but not be distracted by touching him. What they were about to do was serious, and he was treating it like a fraternity prank.
    “Thank you, doll. I know you’d never let me down, but I’ll admit you had me wondering if you were going to show.” He reached forward, plucking an open bottle of champagne from an ice bucket and two flutes from the notched shelf.
    “I’ve changed my mind three times today, so go ahead and worry.” She reached into her attaché and removed her tablet, loading up the agreement she’d spent the last hour working on.
    “Mira, listen, I know you’re upset about how I sprang this on you.”
    She raised her hand to stop him. “I listened to you earlier. Now it’s your turn.”
    He offered her a glass of champagne, but she shook her head, leaving him holding both glasses.
    “I’m willing to try your version of marriage.”
    His warm brown eyes lit up as he grinned. “This is going to be great, I promise.”
    She held up her hand again. “I’m not done talking and the courthouse is only a few minutes away. I’m not getting a marriage license until you’ve signed this.” She held out the tablet.
    His