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ignition, and got out. By the time she'd climbed down, he'd taken both their bags out of the back and set off with them.
    She tottered awkwardly after him over the uneven ground, her high heels sinking into the sand. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her.
    Her knee poked through a widening hole in her shredded nylons, the singed gold satin jacket slipped off one shoulder, and her shoe sank into something ominously soft. With a sinking heart, she looked down, only to see that she'd stepped in exactly what she'd feared.
    "Mr. Markov!"
    Her shriek bore an edge of hysteria, but he didn't seem to hear. Instead, he kept walking toward a row of house trailers and motor homes. She wiped the sole of her shoe in the sandy soil, filling it with grit in the process. With a strangled exclamation, she set off again.
    He approached two vehicles that sat close together. The nearest one was a sleekly modern silver motor home that had a satellite dish on top. Next to it rested a battered and rust-streaked trailer that might have been green in a past life.

    Let him be going to the motor home instead of that horrible trailer. Let him be—
    He stopped at the ugly green trailer, opened the door, and disappeared inside.
    She groaned, then realized she was so numb to shock she wasn't even surprised.
    He reappeared in the doorway a moment later and watched her wobbly approach. When she reached the bottom of the bent metal step, he gave her a cynical smile. "Home sweet home, angel face. Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?"
    Despite his sarcasm, she chose that particular moment to remember that she'd never been carried over a threshold, and regardless of the circumstances, this was her wedding day.
    Maybe a small bow to sentiment would help both of them salvage something positive from this terrible experience.
    "Yes, please."
    "You're kidding."
    "You don't have to if you don't want to."
    "I don't want to."
    She tried to swallow her disappointment. "All right, then."
    "It's a damned trailer!"
    "So I see."
    "I don't even think trailers have thresholds."
    ' 'If something has a door, it has a threshold. Even an igloo has a threshold."
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that they were beginning to draw a crowd.
    Alex noticed, too. "Just get in here, all right."
    "You're the one who offered."
    "I was being sarcastic."
    "I've noticed you're that way a lot. In case no one has ever pointed it out, it's an annoying habit."
    "Get inside, Daisy."
    Somehow a line had been drawn, and what had begun impulsively had turned into a battle of wills. She stood at the bottom of the step, her knees shaking with dread, but still trying to hold her ground. "I'd appreciate it if you'd at least honor this one tradition."
    "For chrissake." He jumped down, scooped her up, and carried her inside, kicking the door behind him. As it shut, he dumped her onto her feet.
    Before she could make up her mind whether she'd won or lost that particular skirmish, she became
    aware of her surroundings and forgot everything else. "Oh, dear."
    "You're going to hurt my feelings if you tell me you don't like it."
    "It's awful."
    The inside was even worse than the outside. Cramped and cluttered, it smelled of mildew, old age, and stale food. A miniature kitchen sat just in front of her, its blue Formica top faded and chipped. Dirty dishes had been piled in the tiny sink, and a crusty pan sat on top of a stove, just above an oven door held shut by a piece of twine. The threadbare carpet had once been gold but now held so many ancient stains its color could only be described in terms of body functions. To the right of the kitchen, the faded plaid upholstery of a small couch was barely visible beneath stacks of books, newspapers, and remnants of male clothing. She saw a chipped refrigerator, cupboards with peeling laminate, and one unmade bed.
    She whirled around looking for another. "Where are the rest of the beds?'
    He regarded her evenly, then stepped around the