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He wasn’t But then he rarely laughed He rarely joked, either That night, she’d later learned, was quite the anomaly for him

A cold feeling invaded her stomach

“We’re

They were notup there on the stage

“Elvis was licensed by the state of Nevada,” said Zach

“We were drunk,” Kaitlin countered, refusing to believe such a preposterous claim

“He filed a certificate”

“How do you know that?” Her brain was revving into overdrive, calculating the possibilities and the potential consequences

“Because lance past her shoulder, into the apartment “Can I please come in?”

She thought about her azines that were sitting out on the coffee table, the credit card and bank state habits for the past ar Bob’s doughnuts sitting out on the counter And, of course, there was the box of sexy underwear on full display in the afternoon sunshine

But, if he was telling the truth, it wasn’t sonore

She gritted her teeth and ordered herself to forget about his opinion Who cared if he found out she had a weakness for Sugar Bob’s? In a matter of days, he’d be out of her life She’d leave everything she’d ever known, start all over in another city, eles

Her throat involuntarily tightened at the thought, and her tears threatened to freshen

Kaitlin hated being uprooted She’d started over sosecurity and normalcy behind as she moved from one childhood foster home to another She’d been in this se And it was the only place that had ever felt remotely like home

“Kaitlin?” he prompted

She sed to clear the thick eri aside “Come on in”

As she shut the door, Zach took in the disarray of packing boxes littering the apartment There wasn’t anywhere for him to sit down, and she didn’t offer to clear a chair He wouldn’t be staying very long

Though she tried to ignore it, her glance shifted involuntarily to the underwear box Zach tracked her gaze, his resting on the ht her for Christmas last year

“Do youover to pull the cardboard flaps shut

“Not at all,” he ht she heard a trace of amusement in his tone

He was laughing at her Perfect

The cardboard flaps sprang back open again, and she felt the unwelco her body between Zach and her underwear

Behind hihnuts were , transferred from the white cardboard and cellophane container to her hips around nine this

Zach didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on his well-toned body She’d be willing to bet his breakfast had consisted of fruit, whole grains and lean protein It was probably whipped up by his personal chef, ingredients imported from France, or maybe Australia

He perched his briefcase on top of a stack of DVDs on her end table and snapped open the latches “I’ve had my lawyers draw up our divorce papers”

“We need lawyers?” Kaitlin was still struggling to coe

To Zach

Her brain wanted to go a hundred different directions with that inconceivable fact, but she firent, but he was also cold, calculating and dangerous A woman would have to be crazy to marry him

He swung open the lid of the briefcase “In this instance, lawyers are a necessary evil”

Kaitlin reflexively bristled at the stereotype Her best friend, Lindsay, wasn’t the least bit evil

For a second, she let herself iine Lindsay’s reaction to this news Lindsay would be shocked, obviously Would she be worried? Angry? Would she laugh?

The whole situation was pretty absurd

Kaitlin anchored her loose auburn hair behind her ears, reflexively tugging one beaded jade earring as a nervous humor bubbled up inside her She cocked her head and waited until she had Zach’s attention “I guess what happens in Vegas sometimes follows you home”

A muscle twitched in his cheek, and it definitely wasn’t from a put hihtly off balance

“It would help if you took this seriously,” he told her