Making Whoopie

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This marriage of convenience is about to get sticky. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Getting hitched for the health insurance is not Jocelyn Asher's idea of romance. But the hospital quote has really frosted her cookies and suddenly I'm rich. We should just get married sounds a whole lot more swoony. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Especially when the man proposing is this gorgeous. And takes her to parties featuring champagne and petit fours. She's a sucker for anything with bubbles or icing. And just like that she finds herself married to a near stranger. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Grant Lorre is usually allergic to spontaneity. So why did he ask the beautiful small-town baker he had a one-night stand with to marry him? </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Somehow watching her lick batter off a whisk--not a euphemism--made a wedding and a little fraud seem like a sweet idea. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They'll just play house and make some whoopie--pies of course--for a few months and then move on with their separate lives. Until then bring on the cream filling. And that is a euphemism. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But as things heat up even outside of the kitchen they quickly realize there's no recipe to follow when it comes to love.</span></p>