Her body was humming from Parker’s incredible lovemaking. She was sated, yet still hungry. It was a potent combination. She’d thrown the T-shirt and jeans she’d worn to work back on. It was amazing to her to think she’d been standing behind the bar, serving up drinks only a few hours earlier. It felt like a hundred years had passed since then. Parker grasped her elbow as he helped her out of the car. “Where are we?” Parker squeezed her hand as they stood on the sidewalk. “The home of Glen Price, a justice of the peace here in Hollywood.” Becca blinked, studying the simple non-descript house, her heart racing. “Hollywood has a justice of the peace?” Parker grinned. “Yep, a few of them. I pulled some strings and got us a marriage license. Figured there should be some perks to being a famous movie star.” Becca rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? Your whole life is one big exception as people roll out the red carpet for you every time you take two steps out of your house.
