"So, let's see, my brother, Alexander, is thirty-four. He's got two kids, but..." Sebastian clutches his jaw for a minute, and I notice his fingers grip the steering wheel tighter. "His wife died of cancer shortly after his second son was born."

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" I offer.

Sebastian mutters, "Is what it is. There's also my brother, Mason. He's twenty-nine. Jagger's twenty-seven. They're both single, which doesn't make my mother happy, of course. And then I have my sister, Evelyn. She's thirty-five and the perfect one."

I laugh. "The perfect one?"

"Yep. She and her husband have three kids, along with the white picket fence. It's what my mother wants for all of us."

"You don't want that? It sounds nice to me."

He grunts. "No way. That's boring."

"Why is it boring?"

"It just is."

I sigh. "Okay. So do you have any other sisters?"

"Yep. Three."

"Wow! So there's…" I count it in my head. "Eight of you?"

He chuckles. "Yep. That's what happens on ranches. There's nothing else to do. You fuck, then fuck some more," he says.

The thought of Sebastian's finger on my panties sends a shudder down my spine.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to use obscenities in front of you, my dear wife," he jokes.

I roll my eyes again. "So what about your other sisters?"

"They're all single too, which doesn't make my mother happy. Ava's thirty-one. Willow's twenty-five, and Paisley is twenty-one. She's going to graduate from college in the spring."

"I bet it was fun growing up with all of them," I comment.

A nostalgic look passes over Sebastian's face. "Yeah, I guess it was. There were always tons of things to do. My siblings and I were always getting into trouble. Well, Evelyn didn't get in trouble, but Ava did. Willow and Paisley are a lot younger than me. So I was pretty much grown and out of the house by the time they started doing their shenanigans."

The ache I always feel when thinking about how I don't have any family left rears its ugly head. I mumble, "You're lucky to have them."

Silence fills the vehicle. He finally says, "All right, enough about me. Tell me about your childhood."

My chest tightens. Having to tell Sebastian anything about me makes me feel vulnerable for some reason. It's like the less he knows of me, the better, but I also know that I can't keep everything from him. We do have to fool his family, and they're sure to ask. Especially when we start planning the wedding.

I still can't believe I'm about to get married, not even for thirty days, and for money. I push the guilt out of my mind and start off, "Well, my mom and dad were musicians."

He cuts across a lane. "Really? What kind?"

I hesitate, then answer, "Country. The old twangy kind."

"You're lying to make me feel bad," he accuses.

"Nope!"

"Sorry. Hope I didn't insult you," he offers.