"You want me to find you a wife?"

Paige asked in amazement.

"Just hear me out." Shane squirmed in his seat. "My father went ballistic when I refused to go into the family business. I come from a long line of proctologists, and I just didn't want to go there, if you know what I mean? My family hates the fact that I'm a cop, and little has changed. Until I got this letter."

He'd forgotten about the trust fund coming due from his deceased grandfather. He'd just left his family's lawyers and come directly to the library. Directly to Paige Turner.

"There must be plenty of women who'd be thrilled to marry you to help you receive your inheritance," Paige was saying.

"I can't marry just any woman. She has to fulfill the five requirements of the Huntington list."

"Five requirements?" she teased. "I can hardly wait."

Shane wasn't amused.

She sighed. "Okay, I'll help you find Ms. Right." She knew it was wrong, but she was also human and very tempted. And that was very bad.