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

something in Gabe’s demeanor that changed when he talked about the abuse center. She suspected that underneath his tie and button-up shirt was a tender heart. She hoped she could spend more time with that Gabe and less time with the boss.
    “I think I am improving,” she agreed. “It was probably just a twenty-four hour bug that held on because I’ve been so busy.”
    They walked out to the elevator together and Gabe pressed the button. “I have a dinner meeting tonight, so your driver will get you home.”
    MaKayla suppressed her disappointment. Gabe had given her much more of his time than she deserved lately. He probably had to catch up on a lot. “That’s fine.”
    The elevator opened and they both climbed inside.
    “What time do you think you’ll be over tomorrow?” he asked.
    “The movers are coming at seven. It shouldn’t take long. I rented a furnished place, so most of the furniture stays. Maybe ten?” She thought about all the things she was going to need to take with her to Gabe’s and mentally started filling and labeling boxes. It was going to be a hectic morning.
    “Everything’s ready. Hopefully you’ll be settled before noon.”
    “I should be. Most of my things are going to storage. My sister, Brooke, said she’d help, and Trish will be there to direct the movers to the storage unit BMB set up.” She put a tentative hand on his arm. “You don’t mind if Brooke comes, do you? She knows about us—I mean, the prenup.”
    Gabe’s eyebrows went up.
    “She’s a lawyer—well, almost a lawyer—and I wanted her to review it for me.” She pulled her hand away, hoping she hadn’t overstepped her bounds by inviting people to his house.
    Gabe let out the breath he’d been holding. “She should come. It would be nice to meet her.” He scratched the back of his head. “I have a confession. When David was asking questions yesterday, I told him you had a sister. I didn’t mean to offer to set them up—I don’t even know if she’s single—but it kind of came out that way.”
    MaKayla tipped her head as she thought about Brooke and David. “They are really different personalities, but they might complement one another. Who knows when things will work out between two people? Look at us: we have a great rapport and we’ve only been married for three days.”
    “Well, we’re still in the honeymoon phase.”
    MaKayla laughed. This was the Gabe she liked best. “Do you turn into a bear after three months?”
    The elevator opened and Gabe walked her to the waiting car. “A bear? No. An ogre, maybe.”
    “Don’t worry about that; I’ve worked with plenty of ogres.”
    She put her hand on his shoulder before she knew what she was doing. She looked at her hand and wondered why she kept doing that. She wasn’t normally a touchy-feely person, but touching Gabe grounded her in a way that made it both easier and harder to think. It was easier to block out the rest of the world and focus on him, and harder to remember the reasons she wanted to keep her distance.
    She pulled her hand away. “Why don’t you tell him to bring over pizza at noon, and I’ll tell her not to say anything about the prenup? It will be laidback, and if they hit it off, he can ask her out; if not, there’s no pressure.”
    Gabe lightly touched her lower back. “Sounds perfect.”
    Ducking into the car, she settled her bag on the seat next to her and smiled as the driver pulled away from the curb. She just had to make it through tonight and then she’d be done with the hotel and able to focus on Gabe. Well, not on Gabe, per se, but on her marriage. Not the marriage , but on why she married Gabe, which was to do a job for him and then open her company. Yes, it was all about the job.
    Opening the lunch bag, she found a cup of chicken noodle soup, two packages of crackers, and half a turkey sandwich with avocado. This job does have its perks .
    Moving into Gabe’s house was another one of those perks. She was looking