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“Awkward for her. Not for us.”

“I don’t want her seeing you in just your boxers.”

He grins. “Jealous?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll make sure I’m dressed outside the bedroom.”

I cringe. “You’ll have to share a hotel room with her when you’re traveling.”

My heart pounds at the thought of Monica in skimpy pajamas, alone in a hotel room with Dane. I’ve never been the jealous type, but nothing like this has ever happened to me.

“It’ll be okay.”

I scoff and meet his gaze. “How would you feel if I was going to be spending multiple nights alone in a hotel room with a single, attractive man?”

“I mean...I’d fucking kill him.”

“Exactly.”

“But Monica’s not attractive.”

I glare at him, but his expression remains serious. “She’s nowhere close to you, Jo. You’re so sexy you make me crazy. You’re the only one I want.”

Warmth pools in my stomach despite the crummy Monica development. I take his hand and squeeze it, grateful for his reassurance.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” he says. “Come in the usual entrance for the game tonight, I’ll make sure your name’s on the list.”

“I may find something to wear in your closet.”

His lips curve up in a smile. “Good. I’ll see you there.”

With a final kiss, he leaves. I cuddle with Mr. Darcy for a few more minutes before finally facing reality.

I have to go into the office and talk to my aunt.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Josie

It feels different here.When I stepped off the elevator and into the offices of JG Publicity, I used to feel like a true professional. Part of a highly regarded team. A woman who might have been a hot mess on the inside but who could put aside her financial woes and lackluster love life from eight to five every weekday and get shit done.

Now, though, I just see a bunch of coworkers who could do better than this place. There’s Tom, who works late often and was only allowed to take one day off when his wife had a baby because Jane said she couldn’t risk losing the account he was in charge of. And Linda, who spends money from her own pocket to cover the difference when my cheap aunt doesn’t give her enough cash to pay for the gourmet coffees and lunches she sends Linda to pick up for her.

“Josie,” Linda says as she sees me walking in. “It’s so good to see you. How are you?” She walks out from behind her desk and gives me a hug. “Gosh, you look great.”

I do look great. I wore a new black suit with heels so I’d feel more confident about this meeting.

“Thanks, Linda, you too. I’ve missed you.”

She pulls away and gives me a sympathetic look, glancing over both shoulders before speaking in a low tone. “I’m sorry about the promotion.”

I wave a hand, trying to look like I’m over it. I’m not, though. In reality, I have a sick, churning feeling in my stomach.

“It’s okay. Is she in?”

Linda knows who I mean—Jane is the universalshein this office.

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