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Tori passed him a conspiratorial smile from behind the lip of her juice glass. Mikhail’s stomach was now tense for a whole new reason. Damn. That woman could be sexy as hell when she wanted to be! Those lips. Her eyes. The entire package looked as though it had been made to entice a man in the bedroom.
    “Well,” she began. “The girls and I thought it would be fun to get some frozen yogurt. Then we made such huge sundaes with our froyo that we spent all of our cash. It was good that Mikhail and Dimitri found us. Otherwise, we might have been washing dishes trying to pay for our desserts.”
    Mikhail tried not to be impressed by how quickly she’d come up with the completely bogus story. In fact, it should have concerned him to think that she could so easily come up with a lie. Did that mean she’d be able to lie to him at the drop of a hat and make him believe it in the bargain?
    No. He watched her giggle a little, mostly to herself, and realized that he was feeling as if the two of them had a secret together. It wasn’t much, but it did provide at least a tiny sliver of common ground.
    Stanislas suddenly stood up. “It’s time to go. The priest will be waiting at the church.”
    “Church?” Tori asked, her mouth hanging open in surprise. “You’re bringing God into this farce of a marriage?”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Tori,” Stanislas said irritably. “Your marriage must be legitimate. That means it must be performed by a member of the clergy.”
    “I think you just need a judge for that, actually.” Tori shrugged. “I’d rather do that. But whatever you want. Let’s just get this done and over with.”
    Mikhail stood up, once again trying to decide how he felt about marrying a woman who was so obviously against having him for a husband.

Chapter Five
    Tori’s hands were sweating on the bouquet of flowers she was clutching between her fingers. Nobody had told her it was going to be like a real wedding. This was the sort of thing where there were actual guests. In fact, all of her stepfather’s men were in attendance. Even grouchy old Mrs. Tobolovsky was there, looking down her nose at Tori.
    “Marriage,” the priest droned in Russian. “Is a sacred pact between a man and woman that binds them together in the eyes of God for all eternity.”
    Tori couldn’t help but wonder if that meant God would be sending some lightning to strike her down for daring to blaspheme this whole marriage thing. She peeked up at Mikhail from the corner of her eye, wondering if he was having the same thoughts she was.
    The guy had the best poker face ever . In fact, she could not imagine that he ever lost a game of poker down in her stepfather’s kitchen when the men played almost every single night. She got strangely distracted, trying to imagine what Mikhail might be like if he was actually relaxed and having fun with his friends. Did he relax? She was starting to wonder if she was marrying a statue. If so, her wedding night was going to be extremely uncomfortable.
    “Ahem.” The priest cleared his throat, and Tori realized that he was staring directly at her. “Please recite your vows.”
    “Uh.” Tori’s mind went blank. Her stepfather had given her something to memorize, but she was so nervous there was no way she was going to remember it now. “I, Victoria Orlov Vasiliev, solemnly swear to do my best to listen to what Mikhail has to say. I won’t tell him no without at least thinking it over first. I won’t ever try to deliberately piss him off. I will attempt to be reasonable with my requests, and will not get angry for no reason. If he agrees to do the same, I will agree to marry him.”
    From the corner of her eye, Tori could see her stepfather’s face turning a dull shade of red as he became increasingly irritated with her. Then she got a look at Mikhail and realized that he was laughing. Laughing .
    The priest started to object. At least, Tori was pretty sure he was going to object, but Mikhail