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across her mind. He knew from her covert, fleeting glances at his body that she was aware of him as a man. If she hadn’t felt she needed to save her sister’s children and then save the rest of the world, he suspected she might just let herself go. Even Amy must struggle with her needs.
    He walked toward her and touched her chin. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he told her. “I want you. You want me.”
    Her eyes widened and she swallowed audibly. “That’s a little arrogant, don’t you think?”
    He shook his head. “It’s not arrogance when it’s the truth. You have a body that could stop and rewind the clock of every man in St. Albans.”
    Amy felt the tiniest ripple of pleasure, but told herself not to be flattered. “There are lots of bodies.”
    “Yes, but not all move like yours,” he said.
    He’d noticed the way she walked. By the look in his green gaze, he’d noticed quite a bit more. Her heart skipped.
    “You have a fire inside you. It shows in your eyes, in your voice, in lots of ways. Men have always liked to play with fire.”
    The visual of Justin, naked, touching her, made her feel suddenly hot. Before she knew it, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth over hers. He rubbed his lips from side to side, then slid his tongue inside. She was both shocked and mesmerized by his boldness. He kissed her as if he were opening the doors and windows to a house that had been shut for months. For years?
    Amy felt a dangerous delicious temptation to lean closer, to feel the sensation of his hard chest against her breasts, to feel more of him. Her heart hammered. Her mind scrambled. This was crazy. Too crazy for today. She had more important things to do, she told herself. The motivation for his proposalto marry washed over her like a cool spray from Nick’s water gun. She pushed away.
    “ This is not the reason you want to marry me,” she said. “Technically, you don’t even want to marry me,” she reminded him and herself. “You want to marry me because you think it’s your mission.”
    “One of the reasons I was put on the earth,” he corrected in a curt voice, his eyes as turbulent as her emotions.
    “Whatever,” she said. “You didn’t suggest we marry because of your overwhelming love and passion for me. I won’t pretend that you did.”
    “Just as your agreement to marry me is not based on your feeling that you can’t live without me,” he said.
    “I haven’t agreed.”
    “You haven’t? Who’s pretending now?”
    Amy scowled. At the moment, she didn’t like him. She didn’t like him at all for being right. “All right, dammit, I’ll marry you. For the children. I may be a little attracted to you, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested in going to bed with you,” she said, and tamped down her loud protesting inner voice of truth. “I have my priorities straight here. I’d appreciate it if you’d do the same. I’m not marrying you to save me or take care of me. I learned a long time ago to do that for myself.”
    His eyes darkened. “Then we’re well-matched. I learned the same lesson.”
    A dozen questions flitted through her mind. What had forced Justin to learn the same hard lesson she had? She burned to ask.
    Justin glanced at his watch. “Speaking of priorities, I need to go. The market opens in fifteen minutes. When do you want to get married?”
    Her head spun with his businesslike tone. “I’m not sure. Friday or Saturday,” she said. “Or next week,” she added at the same time she knew the sooner she did the deed, the sooner she would gain custody.
    “I’d rather not do it during market hours,” Justin said.
    Amy nodded. She may never have envisioned herself as Cinderella, but this was a little chilly for even her. “Saturday, then,” she said, grimly reminding herself this was for two years. She would do just about anything for two years to keep her sister’s children safe.
    “Saturday. I’ll be in touch,” he said and walked out the