Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride. Sheri WhiteFeather

for a group of pedestrians. Max and Lizzie both flew forward and bumped their foreheads on the seats in front of them.

      He turned to look at her, and she burst out laughing. He did, too. It was impossible to keep arguing in the midst of such absurdity.

      “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time,” she said. “You can buy whatever artwork you want.”

      “I’m sorry, too.” He leaned toward her and whispered in a mock sexy voice, “I didn’t mean what I said about forgetting that I have the hots for you. Even if you can’t dance like her, you’re still a temptress.”

      She accepted his flirtation for what it was. But she also pushed him away from her again, keeping him from remaining too close.

      Then...vroom! The car sped off, taking them to the grassy outskirts of town, where the orphanage was.