Secretly Married. Allison Leigh

an interesting title behind your name. Might have caused some curiosity with your colleagues. Bigamy—”

      “Stop!” She launched herself at him, pushing at his chest. Some part of her sane self watched on in horror. “Can’t you take anything seriously for once?”

      He’d barely swayed from her attack. “I take plenty of things seriously,” he assured. “Just not you marrying Chad Wright. What the hell were you thinking, Delaney? He gives bland new meaning. He’ll bore you to tears.”

      “He’s not boring, he’s calm.”

      “He’s a wimp and you’ll walk all over him.”

      “We’re in perfect accord with our plans.”

      “Which include what? Working side by side seventy hours of the week? Hell, baby, you already did that without being married to him.”

      She mentally dragged herself back from being drawn further into a verbal battle. “There’s no point in rehashing the past.”

      “Particularly when there was never any initial hashing.”

      “We communicated,” she defended.

      “We argued and we made love. Two things we did supremely well.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “Can you say the same about Do-Wright?”

      She felt the flush rise in her cheeks and damned the fact that it had more to do with the way he looked at her than anything else. “I’ve already said that Chad and I aren’t lovers. I refuse to let you beat me over the head with that.”