" Phoebe stared into his blue eyes. " What would you do if you ran away from a wedding in a car that didn't belong to you and discovered a body in the trunk about the time a sheriff's deputy rolled up behind you?" She flung her hand in the air, and assumed a high-pitched, sarcastic tone. " Hi, I'm a rich man's daughter with a dead man in my trunk. Could you help me get him out so I can be on my merry way? "