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her upright. Zeroing in on the ire in her eyes, he gave her a wickedly teasing
look that hinted they needed to save something for their “honeymoon.”
    â€œSo,” Shane said. One arm still hooked around her waist, he reclaimed his Stetson and settled it back on his head; one arm still locked around her possessively, he looked at her with warm, silvery-gray eyes. “How does it feel to be Mrs. Shane McCabe?”
    It felt surreal, Greta thought. Like she was in the middle of some highly comical, incredibly romantic and erotic dream.
    â€œI think the besotted look on Greta’s face is your answer to that, Shane,” Belinda teased.
    J.P. handed their marriage license and certificate to Shane.
    â€œYou’ll be needing these. As well as—” J.P. went to the cooler and emerged with a bottle of nonalcoholic champagne, which he promptly handed over.
    â€œAnd some chocolates.” Belinda went to the back of the store. “Oh, dear, we’re out.”
    â€œHow about some nacho chips, then?” Shane said.
    J.P.’s wife beamed. “You always did like those, didn’t you?”
    J.P. handed them over, then reached beneath the counter for a small pink-and-blue gift bag. “And we give all our newlyweds one of these, too.” J.P. winked as Shane and Greta took that, too. “Now you’re all set.”
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    GRETA WAS STILL EMBARRASSED ten minutes later. “I can’t believe J.P. and his wife actually gave us...”
    â€œHoneymoon supplies?” Shane said for her as he steered the truck down the lonely two-lane Texas highway.
    Greta blushed as she thought of the scented and flavored lotions, soaps, condoms and lubricants that had
been contained in their gift bag. Plus a road map, a deck of cards with a bride and groom on them and a pamphlet issued by the state on the essential components and responsibility required of marriage, with all the phone numbers of the local and state social service agencies. “To put it delicately, yes.”
    â€œThink of it this way.” Shane reached over and patted her bare knee. “Now you won’t get pregnant.”
    Greta gaped at him. “Like that was going to happen, anyway! 51
    Shane, shrugged and concentrated on driving. “You never know,” he said, slanting her a mischievous glance. “We are married.”
    Okay , Greta thought. That does it. It’s time we get a few things straight. She set the bag of honeymoon essentials on the floor, next to the non-alcoholic champagne and nacho chips. “Pull over!”
    Shane did a double take. “Now?”
    â€œRight now!”
    Wordlessly he did as directed, pulling onto the berm.
    As soon as he’d put his truck in park and switched on the hazard lights, Greta slammed out of the cab. Shane cut the engine but left the interior lights on and came after her. She leaned against the tailgate, arms crossed impatiently in front of her. Taking his time about closing the distance between them, Shane tipped his hat back with one poke of his finger and swaggered toward. her. “You want to do it here?”
    Greta refused to be amused. “I don’t want to do it at all.
    â€œSure about that now?” Shane teased as he gently guided her aside and lowered the tailgate. “After all, we are legally married.”
    Not sure why she’d married him after all—even as
part of a Shane McCabe escapade—Greta began to pace. “Fortunately for us we’re not staying married.”
    Shane sighed and didn’t bother to mask his disappointment as he returned to the front of the truck, reached into the cab and emerged with the bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and bag of nacho chips. Given the fact they were going to stay put until they got a few things ironed out, he clearly intended to make himself quite comfortable.
    â€œGot a point there,” he said, holding the bag of chips between his teeth while he twisted off