"Now you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Billy was very clear on that!" Lee wasn't sure anymore if he was trying to talk Amanda into it or out of it as he watched her eyes widen.

"You need me to what?" she squeaked, clearly not believing anything he'd just said.

"I need you to move into a safehouse with me until Saturday and pretend to actually be Mrs. Leland Cassidy," he repeated patiently. "Now, it's easier than it sounds – the Agency would provide all the clothes and that kind of stuff and give you a script to follow and really, it should just be for dinner tonight that you even have to pretend. I'll make an excuse for why you're not at the party on Saturday. But just to be sure, we just need to make it look like we're really a married couple living together - you know, just in case anyone comes sniffing around."

"Really? That's all? Just one dinner?"

"Just one dinner," Lee confirmed, barely keeping himself from crossing his fingers in case he was lying. "Other than that, you just need to be seen coming and going from the house like a normal person."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Like a normal person he says," she scoffed. "What do normal people do when they're trophy wives?"

"Wow, upselling yourself already?" he couldn't resist teasing her. "You might be my first wife, you know."

"Oh no, no one with a name like Sunny is anything but a trophy wife," she answered immediately, shaking her head solemnly. "I'm certain your first wife would have had a very sensible first name."

"Like 'Amanda' you mean?" He grinned as she stuck her tongue out at him and then rushed on. "Fine, you can be my trophy wife. And trophy wives spend their days keeping out of trouble by shopping and lying by the pool reading romance novels."

"That last one does sound attractive," admitted Amanda. "Except that it's November."

"Well, it's always summer at the spa at the Four Seasons Hotel," he countered and watched her eyes light up with a smile. "So you'll do it?"

"Of course I'll do it," she answered then looked at him quizzically. "Did you really think I wouldn't? I like helping you, you know that, and you said you really need me."

"I do need you, yeah, but it means not going anywhere near your family for the next four days," he reminded her. "We can't risk that you'll be seen anywhere you normally hang out."

Amanda's face fell slightly at the reminder, before she visibly pulled herself together. "Well, it's only four days, right? And I can still phone home, can't I?" Lee nodded. "And it's not like I'm far away if anything actually happens that Mother can't cope with. I mean, you'd let me go home if they ended up in hospital or something, right? It's not like one of those witness protection things is it? Or whatever you spy people call it."

Lee shook his head. "Zero contact and nope, it isn't. Besides, I'm sure your boys can keep out of trouble and hospital for four days."

Amanda smiled. "What were you like when you were ten years old, Lee?"

"Point taken," he smiled back. "My first priority will be to set up a special Jamie and Phillip hotline at the safehouse."

"Safehouse sound so nasty," she commented, nose wrinkling. "Like we're going to be staying in some dark flophouse in some seedy corner of town. Am I getting danger pay?" she teased.

"Well, you will get a ton of overtime for having to be away from home," he countered, "And as for the seedy safehouse, well, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," Lee laughed. "So how fast can you be ready to marry me?"

"How fast do you need me to?" she countered. Lee glanced at his watch pointedly and she rolled her eyes good-humoredly. "Fine. Let me just go call my mother. I'll tell her I'm being sent at the last minute to replace a sick set assistant or something and get her to pack an overnight bag for me."

"This is our house?" Amanda had just climbed out of the Porsche and was staring up at the Georgetown mansion in awe.

"Just you and me, Babe," confirmed Lee. "Rattling around in our gilded cage for the next few days."

"Babe? Are we Sonny and Cher now? But you were right – this is a very pleasant surprise." She smiled at him as he took her hand and led her up the front steps and ushered her in the front door with a sweeping gesture. She stepped inside and let her eyes travel up to the crystal chandelier hanging in the foyer. "Oh Lee, this is beautiful!"

"Trophy wives always get the best," he agreed. "I hear my first wife is stuck out in Arlington somewhere with our bratty kids."

"Bratty?" Amanda turned on him with a raised brow.

"If they're mine, they're brats."

Amanda let out a low chuckle. "Well, maybe they're not yours – maybe that's why you divorced her."

"Maybe," he agreed, watching her move from room to room, her delight growing as she saw each new elegantly appointed room. "Like it, Sunny-Honey?"

Amanda turned to him, beaming. "Are you kidding? I'll stay married to you forever if we get to live here!"

Lee was struck dumb for a moment at that mental image before shaking himself and walking forward to take her arm and steer her toward the stairs. "Let's go check out what surprises are in store for you up in the bedroom."

Amanda couldn't contain her snort of laughter. "Usually I'm the one who accidentally says stuff like that," she explained when he turned to look at her in confusion.

Lee's face split in a dimpled grin. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Mrs. Stetson."

"Mrs. Cassidy," she corrected him as she began to walk up the stairs ahead of him.

"Oh. Right." Lee frowned slightly at how easily he'd made that slip, but tried to cover it up as he jogged to catch up, and then led her into a huge bedroom and across to the walk-in closet. "Okay, so the guys put everything we know about Delano through the computer and this closet should be stuffed with things that will make you attractive to him. More attractive to him," he amended when she turned to look at him. He turned to stare at the row of dresses, reaching out blindly to grab one, then realizing it was a skimpy backless dress, he slammed it back on the rail and grabbed something else. "How about this one for tonight?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he held out a frilly white gown.

"Really?" asked Amanda, trying to quell the laughter in her voice. "You don't think it looks a bit like a wedding dress?"

"Does it?" Lee asked turning it in his hand to look at it properly. "Um, I guess it does. I just thought that since it was full length, it would be good since you've still got the cast on."

"Riiiight," Amanda drawled. "That's what you were thinking." She watched the flush rise on Lee's face and put a hand out to rest on his where he has still holding up the dress. "Lee, it's one dinner, he's not Warren Davenport and you're going to be there the whole time. Stop worrying."

"I hate this," he muttered. He glanced over at Amanda when she gave a quiet annoyed hmph sound. "I mean, I don't hate the scenario – I hate that we're having to ask you to do this. Upending your peaceful life, exposing you to guys like Delano… you shouldn't be here."

"But I am," she said calmly, taking the dress out of his hand and hanging it on a hook on the door. "And you need me to get this right, so how about you come sit down and tell me all about everything I have to know about Leland Cassidy and his imaginary wife before dinner tonight? You know - so we tell the same story this time?" She watched him steadily until the frown left his face, replaced by a grimace of acknowledgement. She walked out of the closet and went to sit at the dressing table, pawing through the jewellery set out there, holding it up gleefully in front of herself like a little girl playing dress-up. Lee sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a few moments, enjoying her pleasure before finally starting to recite the details of the game they'd be playing that night.

"Okay," he began. "We're rarely seen in public, despite having an estate in Berkshire, a house in Portofino and a ski chalet in Gstaad…"