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married you first."
    Kelly looked away. She nodded. Neither of
them said anything then. There was a peculiar tension in the air.
They were strangers    but not quite. They'd been
physically intimate. He understood that by logical deduction, but
Kelly actually remembered. Lord help her, but she remembered far
too well.
    While Kelly felt the air in the room stretch
tight, he cleared his throat. "Well I guess we should finish our
business, if that's all right with you?"
    "Business?" Kelly's voice came out too high.
"Oh yes, right, of course." She nodded vigorously. "The divorce.
You've more than convinced me. I'll sign on whatever dotted line
you say." She wanted to get out of there. The situation was even
more humiliating than she'd imagined. That whole, dramatic scene in
Boston    God.
    His chin jerked. "Yes, well, thank you very
   But that isn't the business I mean."
    Kelly blinked. "No?"
    For the first time, his steady gaze slipped.
"I mean," he said, staring over her left shoulder, "we need to talk
about your move to Boston. Closing your apartment. Quitting your
job."
    "Wha    ? Excuse me, what?"
    His gaze drew back to her. "We are married,
Miss Williams. Usually that involves living together."
    Kelly stared at him. "What?" she asked
again.
    Dean raised a pair of haughty eyebrows. "I've
come to take you home with me."
    Kelly stood rooted to her spot.
    He had no such mobility problem, turning and
strolling toward the coffee table. "I'm afraid you will have to
move to Boston." His voice was impossibly matter-of-fact. "There is
no practical way I could relocate to Las Vegas."
    Still staring in his direction, Kelly
blinked. "You mean    you think we're married?"
    He sat on the floral chair and looked up at
her. "Aren't we?"
    "No." She waved a finger between the two of
them. "Didn't you just get through explaining that to me?"
    "What I explained was that I do not remember
the event. I am convinced, however, that it did indeed happen."
    Kelly made herself breathe. "Well, yeah, it
happened but    you weren't you ."
    "Oh? Who was I then?"
    "You were hypnotized!"
    His jaw tightened. "The hypnosis could not
force me to do anything against my will."
    "Please. Don't tell me those old men wanted to bark like dogs."
    "Pardon?"
    Kelly waved her hands. " You didn't
want to marry me. You were under the influence of something
   Troy's suggestions. You didn't intend to do it."
    On the floral chair, he went still. "A part
of me did," he said softly.
    Kelly paused, digesting that. "A part of you?"
    The tops of his cheeks went pink. "A part of
my mind . I knew what I was doing. I knew I was making a
promise, and now I intend to fulfill it."
    He seemed utterly serious. But   
he couldn't be. Shouldn't be. This whole thing was like the
dog-barking. A joke.
    He heaved a deep sigh. "I'm the man who
married you. I am."
    Kelly inhaled. "But    "
    "No 'but's. I am the man you met five
days ago in Las Vegas, the one who did...everything I did. I simply
don't remember it."
    Kelly frowned hard. "No."
    His gaze was crystal blue. "Yes."
    "No, no, no." She took a step back. "I know
the man I met. He was    " She stopped and flapped a
hand. "He wasn't you ."
    The Dean in front of her raised a pair of
dubious brows.
    Kelly huffed a breath. "He was...fun, mellow.
Personable. And he wouldn't be...doing what you're trying to
do."
    Those supercilious brows dove downward. "He
wouldn't be trying to honor his marriage vows?"
    "No! I mean    " Kelly stopped,
frustrated. In fact, she had suspected just such craven behavior of
'her' Dean.
    The present Dean looked satisfied. "Consider
that you knew me for less than forty-eight hours."
    "But    "
    "You were bound to discover I wasn't exactly
the man you had imagined."
    "Well yes, but this is something else
   "
    "The intensity of emotion that prompted us to
the altar could not possibly have lasted." He crossed his arms over
his chest and leaned back in his chair. "Were you planning to give
up on