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right? Not to increase his milk intake.
    Great. She was thinking in farm metaphors. Which were just as sexist as what her grandfather was attempting to do to her.
    Panicking again, she looked at Clinton. “I could just hire an actor, you know.” Not that she had that kind of money, but maybe struggling actors worked for cheap. Or she could pay him after she secured her inheritance.
    “Why don’t I tell you the stipulations and requirements?” Clinton pulled out his electronic tablet and adjusted his glasses, amusing Shawn. The man was seventy, and he was using technology that made Shawn want to break out in hives. Tablets had everything organized and that scared her. She begrudgingly used spreadsheets, but most of her daily tasks where catalogued in her head, not anywhere else.
    “Okay. Hit me. It can’t get any worse.” Basically, she was facing losing everything she loved unless she complied with her grandfather’s clearly nutty last wish. There had to be a loophole, a way around this whole mess. Because marriage wasn’t something you just jumped into.
    At least she didn’t.
    “You have to be married by the start of the season, April fifteenth.”
    “That’s two months from now!”
    “However, if you marry immediately, prior to February fifteenth, you will receive additional funds from the estate to hire a marketing director for the season.”
    “That’s two weeks from now.” Shawn picked at the front of her sweater, suddenly uncomfortably hot. The idea of a marketing director was extremely appealing, she did have to say. But two weeks? It wasn’t possible. “By the way, why is this just coming to my attention now?”
    “Your grandfather didn’t want to upset you in the immediate weeks after his passing.”
    “How thoughtful,” she said weakly. It still didn’t change that she felt like she was eight years old again and was being punished for tormenting her little brother with wet willies.
    “The marriage must be legal in the state of North Carolina, and it must last a minimum of one year. You must reside in the same house as your husband for at least the first six months.”
    Gross. Even if she hired someone as her fake husband, she wasn’t sure she could deal with someone living in her space.
    Feeling like her loopholes were rapidly disappearing, Shawn didn’t say anything. A sense of defeat settled over her. She was going to lose the track and then what?
    This couldn’t be what her grandfather truly wanted for her. Unemployment and misery.
    “Your husband must pass a criminal background check conducted by myself prior to the marriage, and he must be employed. He cannot be an actor or a stripper.”
    That almost made her giggle. Almost. She really couldn’t picture her grandfather and Clinton discussing her blackmail marriage in such detail. The old buzzards were thorough, she’d give them that.
    After that, she started to tune Clinton out as he passed a copy of the will across the desk to her, outlining the monies and insurance policies she would receive upon her marriage. She was numb. Stunned.
    Even when the lawyer left with an apology and a look of concern, she just sat behind her desk, not sure what to do. What to think. Hell, there was really nothing she could do, was there?
    There was no man she could or would marry.
    A knock on her door had her jerking out of her stupor. “Yes?”
    The door opened and a head popped in. Holy shit, it was Rhett Ford. Looking sexy as sin.
    “Well, hey there, Scarlett.” He gave her a slow, naughty smile. “Do you have a minute?”
    No, she really didn’t have a minute. Her whole life was basically crashing down around her, and she wanted to either scream or curl into a ball and cry. “Sure. Come on in.”
    God, why did she do that with him? The last thing in the world she needed at the moment was to deal with a virtual infant hitting on her.
    And yet, she’d invited him in, just like that.
    He came in. Shutting the door firmly behind him.
    Her