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come running.
    She hit the call button and resigned herself to work like a dog for the next forty-eight hours, so she’d have time to meet and marry Gabe on Wednesday morning, before she had to run back to work an evening event.

 
 
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
    Early Wednesday morning, Gabe tucked in his shirt and then knotted the tie MaKayla had picked out. As he slid the jacket on, he admitted that she had good taste. He liked the way the fabric felt: it had movement and didn’t weigh him down like many of his other suits did. When he checked the final product in the mirror, he was surprised to see that he just looked like himself. If he had been the one at the store, he would have bought it. One point for MaKayla.
    The doorbell rang while he was slipping on his shoes, and when he went downstairs, the maid handed him a box with a clear window.
    His eyes widened in horror at the small floral arrangement. Opening the lid, he smelled the heady flowers and snapped it shut again. There was no way he was going to put that thing on. MaKayla may have hit a home run with the suit—in fact, he could already see himself wearing it on a regular basis, as it wasn’t formal attire—but he was not going to go prancing into BMB with a boutonniere. He needed to set some boundaries if they were going to work together, and this was the perfect time to start drawing those lines. If he didn’t nip her enthusiasm in the bud—no pun intended—MaKayla would run all over him. And he wasn’t going to go through that again—ever.
     
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    MaKayla waited in Pamela’s office with Harrison and Trish. She was grateful for the wedding bouquet, because it hid her shaking hands. She wished she could have invited Brooke to stand beside her. But inviting her sister felt as unprofessional as bringing a baby to a board meeting. She was “on the clock,” and that meant her personal life had to stay tucked away.
    Her early morning appointment at the salon had included a shoulder massage, a pedicure, a manicure, a trim, and a style, which had all gone a long way to make her feel like this wasn’t just a normal day. Even if she was only signing a contract, it was a marriage contract and it was important. Other people married for reasons other than love and they still treated it like it was significant, so she felt that she should too. Pressing her lips to refresh her gloss, she closed her eyes to re-center her thoughts. She pictured her new office with her name and the word “owner” on the door. When she opened her eyes, she was ready to meet her husband.
    The rich smell of roses and fresh greens filled the air around her, and she took calming breaths as often as she could without passing out.
    From where she stood, she could hear the elevator doors open. Pamela’s deep laugh echoed down the hall, and Harrison said, “That’s the rest of the group.”
    Trish gave her hand a squeeze.
    Pamela breezed through the door, followed by an older gentleman with wire glasses and heavy jowls, and then, quite suddenly, MaKayla was in the same room as her betrothed.
    Gabe was easily a head taller than MaKayla, with broad shoulders and a trim waist that all looked delectable in his wedding suit. MaKayla blinked. She shouldn’t be referring to her new boss as “delectable,” even if he would be her husband. Schooling her thoughts would make all the difference. She’d worked with attractive men many times before and had been able to keep the small flame of attraction under control. Of course, she’d never worked with a man who exuded as much power and confidence as Gabe. That was a little disarming.
    MaKayla’s eyes flicked to Gabe’s chest, well-defined even through the layers of fabric, to find the boutonniere she’d sent, but the spot was bare. She wondered if the florist made a mistake. Asking about the gift would put Gabe on the spot. Men who were used to being in charge didn’t like to be challenged, especially in front of a group. His flowers