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“—suggestion that we marry.”
    He noticed she couldn’t cough up the word proposal. If he’d had any secret romantic fantasies about marriage, he supposed he would have had atough time with it, too. The only fantasy Justin had ever had about marriage was avoiding it. But since this was the deal from the big guy upstairs, Justin had no choice.
    “What questions?”
    “Where we’ll live, how long we’ll remain married, if you like children,” she said, looking at him sideways. “I have a feeling you don’t.”
    Justin shifted in his seat. “I don’t dislike children. I haven’t spent much time around them. As to where we’ll live—”
    “We need to live here,” she said. “The kids don’t need any further disruption in their lives. They’ve been through enough.”
    He nodded slowly. “I’ll need a room for an office.”
    “I have an extra bedroom,” she said and took a deep breath. “If we decide to get mar—” She stumbled over the words and shook her head. “If we decide to do this, I think we should do it for two years, then decide if we want to go our separate ways.”
    Justin turned the terms over in his head. “That’s fine. I can get a prenup worked up to provide for you and the kids.”
    Amy looked at him in horror. “Oh, no! I wouldn’t expect alimony or child support once this was over.”
    He shrugged. “I think that would be best.”
    She stared at him a long moment and realization crossed her face. “Oh, because it’s your mission?”
    Her choice of words grated on him. Amy had the kind of voice that could bring men age three to ninety-three to their knees. And her body—Justin wasn’t on his knees, but he damn well wouldn’t deny she aroused a distinctly un mission-like response in him. “One of the reasons I was put on earth,” he corrected.
    She nodded. “Okay. I think we need to keep the surprises to a minimum, so you need to know that I’m very independent and I don’t take orders or interference well at all.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me,” he said, thinking of Amy’s interplay with Ms. Hatcher. “I’m not interested in interfering or giving orders. I’m here to provide you with a vehicle to get custody of your sister’s children and financial assistance.”
    She gave a quick nod and looked at him uneasily.
    “What else?” Justin asked, impatient.
    She crossed her arms under her breasts. “We need to discuss sex.”

Four
    J ustin went completely silent. In odd random moments when he hadn’t been fighting the idea that this marriage would likely kill him financially, if not mentally, he’d thought about taking Amy to bed. It was no hardship to imagine her lithe legs wrapped around his hips and her full breasts massaging his chest while he thrust inside her. She lived her life so passionately he’d like to see how that passion translated in the bedroom.
    Her brown eyes wide with a mixture of uncertainty and a sliver of forbidden curiosity, she twisted her fingers together. Despite her bravado, Justin saw the vulnerability underneath. “You’ve thoughtabout sex?” he asked, rising to his feet. It occurred to him that his sanity could well be pushed to the brink living in such close proximity to Amy and not taking her for his own.
    She bit her lip. “Uh, kinda, well, not really,” she quickly amended. “You can sleep in the extra bedroom. It can double as your office.”
    Justin studied her for a long moment. “We can change that later.”
    Relief washed over her face. “Yes. Right, later. I mean, we haven’t even gone out on a date. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. We may not want each other,” she finished in an uncharacteristically breathless voice. She looked at him as if she’d just told the biggest whopper of a lie and prayed he wouldn’t call her on it.
    Amy looked as if she’d just offered the biggest dare in the world and wanted to call it back. Justin wondered if the seductive images of sharing a bed with him ever danced