Chance had been very matter-of-fact in their letters to one another, which Rebecca had found heartening. She had known that the odds of finding a husband who would agree never to ask her about her past were slim. When she had read Chance's request, however, she knew she had struck gold - literally.It was the perfect solution. She would have security, and money, and would have a child of her own. But she did not need to stay here, she could come and go as she pleased. It was everything she could want, and everything Chance needed as well.Yet Chance was acting as though they were doing something untoward, to the point where he could barely meet her eyes. Which was hardly fair - this had been his idea.