He was right, and she knew it. Her accusation had been dumb. He couldn't have arranged this fiasco if he'd wanted to.
And he was right about all the rest, as well. Chase wouldn't have to resort to subterfuge, to get a woman into his bed. He was-what had Deb called him, the day of the wedding? Hunky, that was it. He was hunky and he always had been, especially now that he was in his prime. Chase was a man who'd turn women's heads without even trying.
No wonder she spotted his photo in the paper so often, with some smiling bimbo on his arm. Except they weren't bimbos.