Free The Organized Bride (Billionaire Marriage Brokers Book 2) by Lucy McConnell

it much easier to move with his support. It wouldn’t do to spend too much time contemplating what had just happened between them. They would be in close contact for the next year, and moments like that were bound to come up every now and again. It was just one of those things. Wasn’t it?
    At the end of the hall were two offices. Gabe gestured to the left. “This is my office.” He indicated the one on the right. “This is yours.” He checked his phone. “Why don’t you look around for a minute, and I’ll be right back.”
    Turning in a circle, MaKayla took in the expensive mahogany desk, the wood paneling, the bank of windows, and the leather couch and two chairs situated around an oblong coffee table made from the same wood as the desk. There was a built-in set of shelves behind the desk, and the carpet was a cream-colored Berber. For a man who freaked out about buying a few measly prizes for a race, he sure did like to spend money on interior decorating.
    She couldn’t smell anything because of her cold, but she imagined the room smelled like furniture polish because the wood glowed. There were a few lamps here and there for softer lighting if she desired it, and plants made just the right touch of green that balanced the room and added a lighter texture to the heavy combination of leather and wood.
    Walking around the desk, she sat gingerly in the chair and opened the laptop.
    “Welcome MaKayla Russell” was printed across the home screen. She smiled. It was like walking into her fairy tale office. She couldn’t believe Gabe had ever signed off on this extravagance.
    “Do you like it?” asked Gabe, as he came in with a Styrofoam cup in one hand and an assortment of tea bags in the other.
    MaKayla chuckled. “Do you own stock in a tea company, too?” She hadn’t meant it to come out condescending. After his rant about the rate of returns on pharmaceutical stocks, she couldn’t help herself.
    Gabe set the cup down. “I have an ancestor who was part of the Boston Tea Party. I think it would be bad luck for me to try my hand in the tea market, and I can honestly say I haven’t spent a dime in that direction. However, for someone fighting a cold, an herbal tea can be just what they need.” Opening the box, Gabe continued, “I did a quick search and found that ginger or mint are usually best for head colds. But if you have a sore throat along with it, then we should probably add some honey.” He pulled a miniature honey bear from his back pocket with his left hand.
    MaKayla cleared her throat. Gabe was doing it again, micromanaging her health. However, the herbal tea was a good idea. Her mom used to make it when she and Brooke were kids. Even if it bugged her that Gabe hovered, his solution was spot-on. “No sore throat, so I’ll skip the honey, but thanks. You think of everything.” MaKayla selected the bag labeled “mint” while Gabe took the lid off the cup, releasing a puff of steam.
    “I stopped on the way home last night. I felt bad leaving you alone when you obviously didn’t feel well.”
    MaKayla played with the tea bag, lifting it and letting it drop back down in the water. She kept her eyes on the cup in case he looked too closely at her again. “Thank you, I honestly didn’t expect—” MaKayla stopped before she said I didn’t expect you to be nice . That would have been insulting. Where was that part of her brain that told her the appropriate things to say? It was like it took a vacation when she got sick. Get back here , she told it, I need you if I’m going to get through the rest of this week . She scrambled, “I mean, thanks.”
    “You’re welcome. I set up a meeting with my accountant for three. He’ll walk you through the money. We need to talk about the Thanksgiving run and the Boys’ and Girls’ Center.”
    “I’m not interrupting am I?” asked David as he tapped lightly on the open door.
    “I was just keeping her company until you got here.”
    MaKayla took