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you.”
    She
had surprised him again, but he recovered well. “You’re an interesting woman,
Emma Jameson. OK. Draw it up. I’ll sign.”
    “Good.
One last thing. You cheat, I’m gone. I may not be interested in sleeping with
you, but if this is going to look like a real marriage, you can’t be out
sleeping with other women on the side. You may have a reputation, but I have
one too. Marrying you will shock the hell out of my friends and family... Oh
dear God, what is Gran going to say?” she interrupted herself. “Anyway, the
point is, that’s already going to do some damage. So if you cheat, I’m gone.
And there will be no repercussions to me.”
    “Very
well. I agree. Draw up the necessary documents and I’ll have my lawyer look
them over tomorrow. But if you cheat on me, it adds two years to your
commitment to me.”
    “What?
Why would you want that?”
    “I
wouldn’t. But neither would you. So that will keep you from running away with
the first guy you meet who offers to take you away from all of this.”
    “Fine,”
she said shortly.
    “Good.
Now that that’s all settled, we can make plans to move you in over the
weekend.”
    Emma
shook her head vehemently. “No way. I’m away on a business trip next week. I
won’t have time to pack.”
    “Emma...”
    But
Emma’s patience was about at the breaking point. She was done, and she needed
to make that clear. Her voice almost shaking with tension, she said quietly,
“Do not push me. This is not my doing, and it’s not anything I want.”
    Mason
just nodded, seeming to understand that she was at the end of her rope. “I was
going to say that next week is fine, Emma. I can help you pack up this weekend
if you want.”
    Emma
looked incredulously at him.
    “What?”
he asked, seeing her expression.
    “ You are going to help me pack?”
    He
looked puzzled. That’s what he’d offered, so what was the misunderstanding? But
Emma shook her head. “No. Thank you, but no. I’m not giving up my house, so I’m
just packing my personal things. And I don’t need help with that.”
    “Very
well. When you have what you need boxed up, let me know and I’ll hire some men
to help move your things.”
    “You
should meet Chaos before I move him in here,” Emma said, almost reluctantly as
she stood.
    “Chaos?”
    “My
dog?” she reminded him, rolling her eyes. Honestly, she thought again, what man
didn’t like dogs?
    “You
named your dog Chaos?”
    For
the first time that evening, Emma smiled. “He’s earned the name. You’ll love
him. And I’m sure he’ll love you. Good night, Mr. Parker.”
    “Mason,”
he corrected. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
     
     
    Sitting
in her car, Emma leaned her head back against the headrest and sighed. This was
a mess. A god-awful mess. And unless she’d missed something in that damn
contract, it was iron-clad. Which meant that this was a god-awful mess that she
was not going to be able to get out of.
    Digging
her cell out of her bag, she tried calling her sister. No response - the phone
went straight to voice mail. Hanging up in frustration, she tossed the phone
back onto the seat next to her and closed her eyes.
    Let’s
examine the facts, she thought. A) - I do not want to marry that cold reptile
of a man. B) - that cold reptile is probably the sexiest man I have ever laid
eyes on, and in any other situation, if he showed a speck of warmth, I’d
probably be tackling him to the ground. But warm is not a word I’d use
to describe him, so no, absolutely no interest there. Well, apart from the fact
that he’s sexy as hell. C) - I still want to murder my sister, so it may be
better to not try to reach her for a while until I am over this, because
D) - she’s not coming back . That was the hardest one to accept, but Emma
knew her sister. She had made up her mind, and decided that she did not want to
marry Mason Parker. So she had bolted. And now Emma had a choice to make. Agree
to marry the hot (physically) but