Page 72 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

Georgia grabbed her hand, the touch pulling her out of her spiral. “Are you going to sign this?”

“I should, right?” she asked, taking the contract back from her. “If I’m going to marry him?”

Georgia studied her expression. “And that’s settled? You’re going through with the ceremony?”

Emma pushed her hair back from her eyes. “It seemed like a good idea last night. Especially since Garrett was the one responsible forgetting me in trouble with the state in the first place. But I never expected him to add millions of dollars to the mix. Living here rent-free is one thing. Taking his money is something else.”

“Well, technically you only get the five million if you divorce,” Georgia pointed out. “So, the solution is simple. You need to stay married.”

“Ha ha,” she said in a flat voice. “I didn’t realize you were so funny.”

Georgia snickered, continuing to flip through the contract. But she didn’t appear to understand the legalese any better than Emma did.

“How did Garrett get you in trouble with the state? I missed that part.”

Emma explained about Folsom, the insurance investigator, and Garrett’s subsequent conversation with his partner. “I’m not sure why it was so complicated getting me work-based insurance, but nothing will be as good as the insurance Garrett can get me as his wife.”

“That’s crazy. Who do you think reported you?”

“I have no idea.”

At this point, finding out who was responsible was moot. The report had been made and now it was either marry Garrett or risk going without insurance.

Georgia handed her a pen. “Honestly, the fact you have so many reservations means you deserve that divorce settlement. You should think of it as winning the lottery.”

Emma bit her lip and leaned forward to stroke the petals of the potted orchid decorating the table. “It seems too good to be true. Promise me if Garrett ends up chopping me up into little pieces and using me for fertilizer for these, you’ll avenge me.”

Georgia put her hand over her heart. “I promise if my man’s bestie ends up being an axe murderer, I will run him over with whatever car I’m restoring at the time.”

Smiling weakly, Emma flipped back to the beginning of the contract, signing and initialing wherever the little sticky flags indicated.

When she was done, she and Georgia went to change.

Emma had planned on wearing her blue dress. It was the nicest one she owned. But that was no longer true.

Lying on her bed was a gorgeous white lace A-line dress. Transfixed, Emma touched the lace, wondering how something so intricate could be so soft. Then she found the note.

Thought you might need this

-G

“He made a call and had it delivered,” she reminded herself, stroking the edge of the sweetheart neckline.

Finding a stunning dress in her size was very easy for him. Garrett had people for all sorts of tasks, including personal shoppers. But she couldn’t help being touched and surprised.

It fit perfectly. Of course.

Emma was still staring at herself when Georgia returned in a green silk wrap dress.

“Damn, girl. You look amazing.” The shorter woman took her hand and led her into a twirl, making the skirt flare out.

“How do these shoppers know my size?” Emma asked, bemused. “No one came to measure me.”

And with her waist-to-hip ratio, not to mention her cup size, finding a dress that fit like this off the rack was like finding the Hope Diamond in the gutter.

“Rainer has surprised me more than once with a perfect outfit, so I asked him. Someone riffles through your closet and checks your measurements against your current wardrobe. That or they send multiple sizes.”

“Oh. Weird.”

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