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restaurant is nice, but not over-the-top. Let’s change up the food a little, make it more accessible for picky pallets.”
    Clicking his pen, David started writing.
    MaKayla continued, “We’ll also want to change the overall tone of the invitation. This is basic. We could add some phrases in here that will sound more welcoming and less like it’s an honor for them to be included. And let’s look at actual invitations instead of basic copy paper. How many are on the list?”
    “Just under one hundred, but not that many will come.”
    “That’s fine. Invitations for that number won’t cost much. Hmm.” MaKayla tapped her fingers on the desk.
    “I’m not sure I like that look; it’s too intense. What are you thinking?” asked David.
    “We’ll print them in the company blue, and let’s make sure the logo is on the invitation but not in a demanding way. Something understated. The restaurant should have linens to match, but I’ll make a call and verify.”
    “I can do that.”
    “I don’t mind.”
    David tossed his pen on the desk and joked, “Will you let me do my job?”
    “It’s not your job to make calls for me.”
    “Um, yeah, it is.”
    MaKayla rolled her eyes.
    “I’m not kidding. I was part of the marriage contract.”
    MaKayla started and bumped into her cup, almost knocking it over. She grabbed it by the lid at the last second. Did David know they had a contract ? As she steadied her hands, she decided she and Gabe needed a closed-door meeting to go over their strategy for handling situations and comments like this.
    “Just think of me as your step-assistant-in-law,” said David as he gave her another one of his self-satisfied grins.
    MaKayla’s desk phone beeped and a woman’s voice echoed over the intercom. “Mrs. Russell?”
    MaKayla took just a little too long to realize the voice was talking to her. “Yes?”
    David stood up and buttoned his suit. He indicated that he was going to leave, and she waved him off.
    “Your three o’clock is here.”
    Three o’clock: accounting overview . Time to learn the books . Thanks to the mint tea, her head was much clearer than when she walked through the doors. Okay, Gabe, I’ll give you that one . She still felt achy, but it wasn’t enough to send her home. Besides, she was determined to see this day through.
    After today, she had another half-day at both jobs, and then the weekend was hers. Well, not really. She was moving into Gabe’s house on Saturday. Glancing across the hallway, she caught a glimpse of Gabe resting his chin in his hand as he scrolled through something on his computer. He’d taken off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. His tie was crooked, and he had papers all over his desk. Not exactly the OCD behavior she’d expected. Before David shut the door to Gabe’s office behind him, Gabe looked her way and their eyes briefly met. She ducked her head, embarrassed to be caught staring, and turned her attention back to her job.
    “Send them in,” she told the receptionist.
    Putting the files for the luncheon in her bottom drawer, one of two drawers big enough to hang files, MaKayla noticed that there were several colors of hanging folders and regular file folders already in place. Color coding was one of her secrets to keeping events organized, and she smiled again, thinking that, without even knowing her, Gabe had anticipated her needs. Either that or he had an assistant make sure she was stocked up. More likely it was the assistant, although, as she set her empty cup in the garbage, she wondered.

 
 
    Chapter 11
     
     
     
    Gabe hadn’t had time to smile at MaKayla before the door blocked his view. She looked tired—beautiful, but tired.
    David sat across from him, kicking his feet out like they were watching the game on his big screen instead of knee-deep in work. Gabe checked MaKayla’s schedule. The meeting with his accountant would go for at least an hour. He wanted to pop in at the end to