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the edge of the chair and stood up. He needed to pace.
    “What that girl needs is another dose of Turner Overdrive love, darlin’. You’ve left her reeling and she’ll start missing that good loving before you know it. She’ll miss that burning, huge, throbbing…”
    “Millie darling, we’re not on the phone sex clock, so you can spare me the shop talk.”
    Millie snorted. “That’s why you have to be there—to fill that yearning when it comes, so to speak.” She headed toward the kitchenette for her “morning” coffee. It was noon. Millie would never be a morning gal.
    Maybe Millie was right—about some of it, anyway. He and Paris had made contact. Fate had crossed their paths, and they had connected so strongly that they’d ended up married. Their brief honeymoon had been like Fourth of July fireworks.
    But he couldn’t just walk out on his job. The Graceland Chapel needed someone special to minister to his flock. He’d have to find that special person and train him to take his place. And finding a good minister that could belt out an Elvis tune and look good in a gold lamé jacket was no easy task.
    Turner took his fourth return lap from the kitchen to the living room. It was a very small apartment, and it was hard to get a good pace going.
    He made his decision somewhere around three-and-a-half rounds. He’d take a leap of faith and figure Paris would at least talk it out with him. Something in his heart told him Paris needed him. But he was willing to give her some time. He needed to get things in order. She was not a woman who could deal with uncertainty. He’d been living a very simple, low-key life. Those were not words that applied to Paris. Some major changes were going to have to happen.
    Change was good. Who knew what would happen? They’d talk, she’d either convince him they should ignore the whole incident, or that they should give their union a try. So much of this went outside his values and conviction. He could see that this whole event was going to take him on a very new and amazing journey.

3
Reconsider Baby
    “Foil me. I’ve been bad.”
    “You don’t have to tell me, I’m reading it loud and clear.” Anton teased Paris’s long red locks into strange forms and put plastic clips here and there to emphasize the oddness. “Where the heck have you been? Did you know that Venus went into your seventh house while you were gone— on your birthday? I mean, last time it did that you almost married that senator.”
    “Well this time I married Elvis.”
    “Get outta here.” Anton’s rattail comb paused in midair.
    “Actually, his name is Turner Pruitt.” Paris smiled weakly at Anton. He was going to give her so much shit. She might as well tell him andget it over with, because he was the only person on the planet who would understand.
    She’d hidden out in her apartment with some sort of nasty flu since she’d returned, watching Days of Our Lives, eating cheese puffs and drinking Mango Madness Snapple.
    She’d only been on one cattle call, for a headache commercial, and that had been some kind of nightmare. Usually she didn’t even have to audition, so that had been humiliating enough. She’d had trouble getting something to fit her, no doubt due to her slothful ways and nasty diet of late.
    When she’d arrived they’d already cast it to some snot-nosed brat of an eighteen-year-old model from California named Sweet and she just so wasn’t! She’d looked like Barbie’s bad younger cousin, or one of those Bratz dolls, and Paris had known for a fact those boobs hadn’t been the genuine articles. She knew silicone when she saw it. No bounce.
    When her hair had gone dull, she’d known it was time to spark up and face Anton.
    She reached in her leather bag and pulled out the photo of her supposedly legal wedding.
    Anton let out a shrill shriek. “ Satin! Were you drunk?”
    “Apparently.”
    “Oh this is a do-over. You had planets. Youwere drunk. Just tell the Pruitt you