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looking through boxes, sorting stacks and making lists. He was excited to get started, anxious to create order out of her chaos. He had work to do, physical and mental.
    And he felt better than he had in a long time, lighter, unburdened. Focused.
    Sane.
    He hoped it was worth living the lie.
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    Suki shadowed Becca from the front door all the way to her office. She’d been lying in wait, had texted Becca four times this morning demanding to knowhow the interview had gone. Becca couldn’t explain it adequately via text message, so she waited, although knowing Suki would pounce.
    â€œTall, blond and handsome, like he’d just come out of the ocean with a surfboard under his arm,” Becca said as soon as Suki shut the door. “Intelligent. Easygoing. Good manners. Knows how to take care of a person. Jackpot.”
    She started to laugh after that, feeling like a teenager, light and carefree.
    â€œWow,” Suki said, sitting back in her chair. “And he works as a temp? Something’s gotta be wrong with him.”
    â€œI kept looking for flaws. I didn’t see any.”
    â€œDid you make him strip down? Maybe it’s where you can’t see it.”
    Becca grinned. “Why didn’t I think of that? I could’ve brought out my casting couch. I’m telling you, he’s one gorgeous man. And he intends to take care of my needs.”
    â€œDo you have to pay more for that?” Suki waggled her eyebrows.
    Warmth suffused Becca. She hadn’t intended to give things a sexual spin, but those visions simmered below the surface without conscious thought. She was more than a little attracted to Gavin. If she’d put together the man of her dreams, feature by feature, Gavin Callahan would’ve been the end result.
    â€œI meant,” Becca said to Suki, “that he acceptedthe job, and I’m sure he’ll do a great job of being a pretend husband.”
    â€œCan I have him when you’re done?”
    Becca had no glib comment in return. She didn’t want to share him. He’s mine, she wanted to say. Then her phone rang, saving her as Suki slipped out of the room and the workday began.
    Except it wasn’t work related.
    â€œHey, Bec,” her brother Eric said, his voice deep and sure.
    Becca always felt safe when she heard him. He’d been her lifeline after she left home, even as she’d craved the independence. “How’s life in the Big Apple?” she asked.
    â€œDog-eat-dog. How’s everything with you?”
    â€œBusy and good. I’m looking forward to seeing you. All four of you. Are your plans all set?”
    â€œOur flights will arrive within an hour of each other. Sam and I will hook up in Chicago then fly to Sacramento together. Trent and Jeff will do the same in Dallas. So, only two flights to contend with in the end. We should get to your place around noon.”
    â€œI’ll have lunch ready.” Or catered or something, she thought.
    â€œAre you cooking these days? Have you become the little wife?”
    She didn’t know why that stung, but it did. “Chauvinist. I think I can manage sandwiches.”
    â€œSounds good. We’ll take the newlyweds out to dinner Saturday night, though.”
    â€œThank you. I’ll let Gavin make reservations for us all.”
    â€œOh, he has a name finally.”
    She’d referred to her mystery boyfriend as Doc whenever she spoke of him to her brothers. It had become a joke, although she knew they were annoyed at not knowing the real name of her fantasy man.
    â€œAnd his last name?” Eric prompted.
    â€œI’m not telling. You can meet him and form your own opinion, not whatever information you might dig up on him in the meantime.”
    â€œSpoilsport. And you’ll share pictures from your wedding with us, too, since we haven’t received any either by mail or email.”
    A statement, not a question, she realized. “Of