Page 66 of Quarantined with the Billionaire

“About that, Simon. There’s something we need to let you know…”

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The sun’s rays lapping at the deck were warm on my bare legs. I’d stretched out to enjoy the slightly warm air in between the clouds and sprinkles we’d been dealing with all day. “So what the heck did you need to talk to me about?” Elise asked. “And make it fast, sister. I’ve only got ten minutes before the rest of my shift.”

Elise continued working at home, but she still had to clock in and out on her computer, logging her time. People were no longer in full-on panic mode. The stock market had done some rebounding, but it would probably take a long while before it got back to where it had been at the beginning of the year. Fortunately, our jobs weren’t as crazy feeling as they had been the month before.

“Well…I’m going back to school.”

“What the heck? The promotion Mr. Steel gave you wasn’t good enough?”

“It’s not that, Elise. I’m going to be doing even more—but Maddox said I would do better if I got a degree in finance. Besides, he’s paying for it.”

“He’s paying for it? Through the Employee Assistance Program?”

“No, he’s paying for it.”

“Wow.” I knew what she was thinking.

“It’s not just a perk of sleeping with the boss.” No one else was outside with me, but I still felt the need to whisper. “Speaking of…how are you and Jack?”

“Still amazing! I finally canceled my subscriptions to the dating sites I was on.”

“All of them?”

“Yep.”

Holy crap. For Elise to not have a few irons in the fire… “Sounds pretty serious.”

“It’s kind of getting there.”

“Speaking of which…I need to tell you something.”

“I knew it! You’re officially moving in with Mr. Steel, aren’t you?”

“Actually…I already did that last weekend. I just finished unpacking last night.”

“What. The. Hell?”

“I know it seems fast…but he’s the one. I know it.”

“Wow. I’m happy for you, Bailey.”

“It’s what I wish for you. If Jack is the right guy for you, I hope you guys don’t drag your feet.”

“I don’t care. I’m the happiest I’ve been in forever. Maybe my whole damn life.”

“You deserve it.”

“And so do you.”

I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase the question I needed to ask—the one I’d wanted to chat about in the first place. “Feeling that way, I hope you’ll understand where I’m going with this question.”

“Shit. What?”

“Would you be my maid of honor?”

“What?”

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