âI do. Wait...did I?â
Hometown girl Penny Garner is having a Vegas moment: waking up in bed with her teenage crush, a ring on her finger. Then thereâs the matter of the marriage certificate. How did that happen? The juryâs out on whether itâs Pennyâs dream come true or worst nightmare.
Quinn Templeton has to wonder what they actually did that night, too. And when they get back to Weaver, Wyoming, the air force pararescueman canât just ignore the real feelings for his fake brideâespecially if Pennyâs pregnant. Will they remember what brought them to the altar in the first place...and maybe sign up for a repeat performance?
âItâs not real.â
She picked the paper up. Studied her signature on the line that said Bride. She took in Quinnâs slash of a signature, as well.
She looked up at him, then just as quickly away. When sheâd been fifteen, sheâd had a crazy mad crush on him. So much so that sheâd thrown herself at him. Heâd been home on leave from the air force. Heâd ruthlessly brushed aside her immature advances.
Now she wished she still possessed some of the outrageous guts sheâd had in her youth. Because it was more than a little mortifying to be knocking on the door of thirty and feeling wholly out of her depth when faced with a seriously naked, gorgeous man.
A man with whom sheâd apparently spent the night.
A man with whom sheâd apparently signed a marriage certificate.
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Return to the Double C: Under the big blue Wyoming sky, this family discovers true love
Chapter One
Las Vegas, Nevada
Penny Garner stared at the piece of paper Quinn Templeton was holding between his long fingers. Her stomach, which had already been hovering somewhere two floors below her feet, sank even farther.
She clutched the white bedsheet closer against her naked body, trying desperately to pretend that Quinn wasnât just as naked. He simply wasnât bothering with a sheet to hide anything. From the top of his rumpled, dark-haired head to the long, vaguely bony toes on his feet, he was entirely, utterly, gloriously bare.
And he didnât seem the least bit shy about it, either.
Which left Penny two choices.
Focus on him, or focus on the piece of paper heâd found on the nightstand next to the bed.
And the piece of paperâdisturbing as it wasâseemed safer at the moment. âWhat is that?â
Quinn flicked the official-looking document onto the bed that stood between them. The tumbled bed that Penny had scrambled out of only minutes earlier, dragging the sheet along with her. âYou can read.â
She could read. But that didnât mean the marriage certificate, lying with lopsided innocence against one of the bed pillows, made any sense.
She unwound one arm from the sheet to reach out for the sheet of paper. âItâs not real.â
She picked it up. Studied her signature on the line that said âBride.â Penelope Garner was looped across it in familiar, lopsided cursive. The âGroomâ line was similarly obscured under Quinnâs slashing signature.
She looked up at him. Then just as quickly away. When sheâd been fifteen, sheâd had a crazy mad crush on him. So much so, that sheâd thrown herself at him. Tried, in her juvenile way, to seduce him. Heâd been home on leave from the air force. Sheâd been living with her latest foster family, the Bennetts, across the street from where his parents lived.
At the time, heâd ruthlessly crushed her immature advances.
Now she wished she still possessed some of the outrageous guts sheâd had in her youth. Because it was more than a little mortifying to be knocking on the door of thirty and feeling wholly out of her depth when faced for the first time with a seriously naked, gorgeous man.
A man with whom sheâd spent the night.
A man with whom sheâd signed a marriage certificate.
She sank onto the edge of the bed. Which at least gave her the advantage of turning her back toward him.
âThis has to be a joke. Right?â It was hard enough to believe sheâd slept with him. But marry? She set the certificate on the mattress beside her and wound her shaking hands inside the sheet twisted around her. âIt looks like my signature. But I donât remember signing it. Do you?â