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broad shouldered, and exceedingly masculine—even in that suit. But there was a delicacy to his features that reminded me a little of Harry Belafonte or Michael Ealy, this sort of gentleness that belied the power that was humming just under the surface whenever he touched me. I liked the way the suit hung from his shoulders, the way his waist seemed so narrow compared to his heavy arms and broad chest. And I liked the cool, leaning-back-against-the-wall sort of detachment he seemed to exude even when he was standing at attention as he was now. There was something about him that just called to the dangerous woman that hid deep inside of me. That part of me wanted to jump into his arms, push him down onto the bed, and do things I’d never done before just because he was handsome, just because he seemed to promise—with just a look—an excitement that I wouldn’t find anywhere else.
    I had to work to push that part of me away before it grew out of control.
    “The shoes should be in the bottom of the box,” he announced, turning away from me and heading out the door, sort of dismissing me as if I was nothing more than an accessory. “We should get going.”
    And I did feel dismissed. Like I didn’t matter.
    I whispered a few choice words under my breath that I didn’t normally indulge as I dragged myself back to the bed to search the box for shoes. They were tucked into the bottom, blue pumps that matched the dress almost perfectly. I slid them on, not surprised to discover they fit perfectly. They raised me up a good two inches, high enough that I might actually come to Kyle’s shoulder when we stood side by side. That was another thing about him. He was super tall. At five foot three, most of my dates were taller than I was, but Kyle towered over me. He had to be six foot, at least. Maybe more. Another plus in the masculine column.
    I walked out into the sitting room to find him studying his cell phone as he waited for me. He didn’t even look up as I came into the room.
    “Ready?”
    He didn’t wait for my answer. He slipped the phone into an inside pocket of his jacket and opened the door, moving to the side as he watched me walk through.
    “We’ll have to put on a show,” he said as he pressed his hand to my back and guided me through the hallway. “People need to believe this is real, that we’re deeply in love, and that we aren’t trying to figure out a way to get out of this as soon as possible.”
    “I’d actually appreciate that.”
    “Yeah?”
    “We’re married now. My church doesn’t believe in temporary marriages like most people do these days. Once you make that promise to someone, you can’t just walk away from it unless a priest tells you it’s okay.”
    We stepped onto the elevator, and he jammed his finger onto the appropriate button, then turned to me, curiosity burning in his eyes.
    “So, if we couldn’t get a proper annulment, you would refuse a divorce?”
    I tried to look him in the eye, but I wasn’t good at lying. My eyes fell to the floor as I uttered a quiet, “Yes.”
    “Well, that’s good to know. I’ll get in touch with my lawyer as quickly as possible.”
    “What about your dad?”
    He shrugged. “Contacting a lawyer doesn’t mean anything until things are put in motion. We’ll decide how fast to move on this after talking to him.”
    “Okay.”
    “But, until then, we have to convince people this is genuine. I don’t want any rumors swirling around that might hurt my family.”
    “Of course. Neither do I.”
    He touched my chin with the tip of his finger, forcing me to look up at him. When our eyes met, he stepped closer into me.
    “Maybe we should practice, just to make sure we have the proper chemistry.”
    I opened my lips to protest, but then he was just there, his lips brushing against mine with a gentleness I’m not sure I would have associated with him. He seemed like the kind of guy who’d just as soon push a woman against the wall and steal what