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they could have that many settings."
    The bathroom was so big, in fact, they'd also sunk a tub—more like a Jacuzzi—into the floor and there was still plenty of room for them both. It was an intimate setting—a place a couple might share a bubble bath together, lit by candlelight.
    A real couple. Which, he reminded himself, they were not.
    The last room they explored was the bedroom. In it was a massive California king with a plush bedspread, strewn with fresh rose petals. In the middle of the bed was a silver tray with ornate filigree bearing a bottle of wine, some chocolates, and a small card. Violet picked it up and flicked it open.
    "Congratulations on your nuptials," she read aloud. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to let us know."
    She sat herself gingerly on the edge of the bed, like it was going to bite her. Her hand hovered over the chocolates before finally selecting one. She unwrapped it slowly, and he watched, entranced. His gaze was locked with hers. Her lips parted to take it in, her tongue darting out—Bruce's pants became uncomfortably tight at the sight.
    She half-closed her eyes in an expression of ecstasy. Bruce's bear rumbled with the desire to have her, to take her right on this bed, tray of goodies be damned.
    She moaned, the sound low and urgent, and the sound drove him wild. Half-consciously he stepped forward, closing the gap between him. Her eyes darted up to him from underneath her lashes, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as their gazes met.
    Electricity sparked between them. As if compelled, Bruce raised his hand to stroke his knuckles down the side of her face. She inhaled softly at his touch, going still.
    She half-rose as if to meet him, meet his desire with her own—
    Then Violet dropped her gaze and turned away slightly. Rejected. Again. He dropped his hand. An air of awkwardness replaced the crackling tension between them.
    Bruce cleared his throat and put some distance between them. "Is there anything you'd like to do while we're here? In Vegas, I mean. We'll go to the courthouse tomorrow, but today we're home free."
    They had three days to kill, after all. On Wanda's advice
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he had booked tickets for Cirque du Soleil. She'd always wanted to see the show. He hoped to surprise her with the tickets the next day after they were officially married—hopefully in more ways than one.
    Violet cleared her throat. "Why don't we go over the agreement? I wrote out the papers. We should finalize all the details and sign them."
    Hashing out the details of their fake relationship was not what Bruce wanted at all—he wanted it to be real , for her to be his and him to be hers. He wanted something true. But that was why she was here.
    Financial details were not the romantic or sexiest topic of conversation.
    And she was proud—she clearly didn't want to ask for help, even now.
    "I can do an estimate for dialysis payments for the next six months. That's the term we decided on, right?" she asked. She was biting her bottom lip as she looked down at her copy of the documents.
    He ached to tell her it was all hers—she could have whatever she needed, whatever she wanted from him, and he'd give it gladly. He'd share it all with her. Instead, he forced himself to say, "That's fine. And I'll take care of whatever medical debt you already have, of course."
    Doubtful eyes peeked up at him for a moment. She worried at her plush lip with her teeth again. He wanted to kiss those lips, feel her mouth beneath his.
    "Are you sure? I don't want to impose …"
    "You're not an imposition," he assured her warmly. You're my mate , he wanted to add, but couldn't. Not yet. "That was our agreement, wasn't it? You help me, I help you. And I can spare it, I promise."
    "Okay. I'll have to add that." She made a note.
    "Is your sister up for a kidney?"
    "She's on the list, but not yet."
    "You can add that, too."
    She hesitated again, but added another note. "All right, if she comes up in the next sixth months