Free His 24-Hour Wife (The Hawke Brothers 2) by Rachel Bailey

have enough for now. Adam, if you organize the rings and get things set up for the Bridal Tulip sales to go to the trust in the first week, and, Jenna, if you start setting things up with the charities the trust supports for the children to attend the rehearsal dinner, then I’ll get to work on a plan for the rest.”
    “Done,” Adam said.
    “Will do,” Jenna said. “Faith will be back in town in a couple of days. Shall we schedule another meeting for then? I know she’s keen to do something with the Bridal Tulip on her show, and she’ll love the idea of linking it closely to the children. She’ll want to be part of the planning.”
    “That would be great. How about the same time, same place, in two days’ time?”
    “I’ll bring the pastries.” Jenna packed her things into her handbag and stood. “Now I’ll head home to Bonnie and Meg. As soon as I make it through that throng at your gate.”
    Callie winced. “That’s one aspect of your life I don’t envy. They’ll fade away for me, but you’ll always have the paparazzi following you.”
    Jenna shrugged one shoulder. “I’m used to it. I grew up with public scrutiny, so I barely notice anymore.”
    “How do you deal with it?” A princess was probably the perfect person to ask for advice.
    Jenna flashed a resigned smile. “You learn to let go of the worry. The media will always want what they can’t have.”
    Callie thought about that for a moment. “So basically, our strategy is going to give them what they want and it will benefit the trust.”
    “See,” Jenna said, walking to the door. “You’re smart about dealing with them already. Now you forget about them.”
    They said their goodbyes and Jenna went out to her car, leaving Adam and Callie standing in the foyer together.
    “Forget about them,” Adam said wryly.
    Callie turned on her heel to face into the house again. “While we’re here in lockdown, we don’t have to think about them.”
    “True, but we might go stir-crazy.”
    She gave him an assessing look. She hadn’t thought about the impact this was having on him besides the inconvenience of having her move in. But it made sense that a type A personality who was used to overseeing a vast company would find this lockdown rather confining.
    She wanted to offer to help, but didn’t know him well enough to know how.
    “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” she offered.
    His expression gentled. “Thanks for the offer, but no. I have a lot of work to get done today, including a video call in about ten minutes.”
    “Right. Of course,” she said, feeling stupid for making the offer. “I have a lot to do, too. I’d better, uh, go and do it.”
    He reached out and grasped her hand. “I really do appreciate the offer. It was sweet.”
    “Oh, that’s me,” she said on a dry laugh. “Sweet as pie.”
    Something that looked like a genuine smile flitted across his face. “I’ve been thinking about your offer to cook. I should have been the one offering. I can do tacos—refried beans, guacamole, shredded lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, salsa.”
    He was the one who seemed a little uncomfortable this time, and she smiled indulgently. “Sounds nice.”
    “All the ingredients are in the fridge, so if you’d like, I can make them for dinner tonight. Say, eight o’clock?”
    She froze as she realized that would mean sitting alone with him, sharing a meal in an intimate setting, all while pretending not to be affected by him—a task that was fast becoming harder than pretending to be in love with him for the cameras.
    Then she remembered the new strategy she’d decided on this morning. Spend more time with him, look at him more. Develop immunity.
    Dinner would be her Adam Hawke vaccination.
    She drew in a breath and nodded. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good taco. I’m in.”
    “Eight o’clock, then.”
    “Eight o’clock,” she said and watched him walk away.
    One thing that interested her was that he’d