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convent. I pay the tavern keeper in the village a yearly fee to allow her to call me when my order is ready and has been picked up by FedEx. They’re a pretty cloistered order, Joe, and she can’t keep running down the hill from the convent all the time. Then I have to have the bank transfer the funds I owe them immediately. The convent isn’t a wealthy one with a rich patrona . I want to make certain they have their money by the next day, and in order to do that I have to call the bank before noon.” She turned and looked at the men in the room. Then, walking over to Ryan Mulcahy, she held out her hand. “I’m Ashley Kimbrough, and since your companion looks like Joe, you must be Mr. Mulcahy.”
    He was dazzled by her bright green eyes. She wasn’t at all what he had expected. Shaking her hand, he said, “My dad was Mr. Mulcahy. I’m Ryan, Miss Kimbrough.”
    “I’m Ashley,” she responded, and then they sat down. If she hadn’t sat down, Ashley thought, she would have fallen down. He was nothing at all like she had expected. The picture she had briefly glimpsed on Google didn’t do him justice. For openers, no one had told her he would be six feet, five inches tall. Or that he would look like an Italian model. The brown eyes that had locked onto hers momentarily were like liquid chocolate beneath their dark, bushy eyebrows. His face was long, with a long, narrow, aquiline nose and high cheekbones. His mouth. Oh, God, his mouth! It was full and lush. It begged to be kissed. And then she pulled herself up. This was business, and she was already half in lust. This was what always got her in trouble. She drew a deep breath. “I suppose we should get started, gentlemen.”
    She was all business, and it really turned him on, Ryan thought as he inspected Ashley from beneath half-lowered eyelids. But it shouldn’t turn him on, damn it! She was nothing at all like the kind of girl he wanted to marry. To begin with she was big. Not fat by any means, but big. She had to stand at least five feet, eight inches tall. She was a brunette with pale skin like ivory porcelain, not the petite peaches-and-cream blonde he had always imagined he would marry. But those green eyes! Mamma mia!
    “Well, there’s no secret why we are all here today,” Joe began. “But let’s put our cards on the table. Ashley Cordelia Kimbrough is her grandfather’s only heir. The bulk of his estate is hers, but only if she marries by her thirty-fifth birthday, which is in December 2009. Unfortunately her business is part of the estate, and she will lose it if she cannot comply with the terms of Edward Kimbrough’s will. She has made Lacy Nothings so successful that she could not afford to buy back her own business if she lost it, and there are at least two companies who have expressed interest in having it if she were interested in selling. They do not, of course, know Ashley’s tenuous position. Ray?”
    “Ryan Finbar Mulcahy has a similar problem. Although he made the business the financial success it is today, his father’s will states that if he isn’t married by the time he is forty—and that happens next spring—everything gets sold, and the proceeds parceled out to his sisters. His father was very generous in his will to those sisters, but they’re already looking for a buyer for R&R. The value of the business is as much in Ryan’s reputation as it is in the physical business itself. He could not outbid anyone else. Joe?”
    “So,” Joe said, “since both of these people have to marry to retain what is really theirs, it seems only logical that they marry each other. It would be a business arrangement with a prenuptial agreement signed by both parties. The marriage would have to last at least two years, and then each would leave the marriage with what they brought into it. In other words, no one gets hurt. But I think before we go any further we should hear from Ryan and Ashley.” He turned to them. “What do you two