The Boss: (Billionaire Romance)
“Will you lay off of Jamie about the job? She couldn’t live in the basement forever.” He smiled weakly at Jamie. “Hey, kiddo,” he whispered. “I’m fine. Really. Just a little shaken up. They won’t let me have my laptop or cell phone, though.”
    Jamie laughed at the disgruntled look on his face. She sat down beside him and tapped her heart. “Hey, if they put a pacemaker in there, you don’t want the electronics messing up with the ticker.”
    He smiled and closed his eyes. “Good point.”
    “The last thing you need to be doing is working right now.” She squeezed his hand. “That’s probably what caused the heart attack in the first place. You need anything? Water? Another pillow?”
    “I’m good,” he whispered, smiling at her. “Never better.”
    “Jamie, did you order the ring bearer pillows and flower girl baskets already?” Christine asked. “Some people are saying they didn’t receive their invitations yet. You told me you’d mailed everything.”
    Seriously ? Her sister hadn’t said one thing since Jamie walked in and the first thing she said was about her own wedding? Did she even care about dad at all? “I’ll get to it soon,” she murmured, her eyes focussed on her dad.
    “Well, you had better get on it fast,” she said. “I don’t have the time to go out and get them myself.”
    What’re you so busy doing? Cake testing. More like wine testing, I bet. Jamie glared at her sister as she stood on the other side of their dad’s bed, her arms crossed and her face tight. “Why don’t you get your backup maid of honor to do it?”
    “Jamie!” her mother said sharply. “You’re going to start that now? Just after your father’s heart attack?” She shook her head. “Girls, in the hall. Now.”
    Jamie leaned over and kissed her dad’s forehead. He seemed already asleep. “I’ll be right back, Dad.”
    In the hall, Jamie met her mom and sister, both standing with their arms crossed over their chests and glares on their faces. They could be twins. Or Cinderella’s sisters.
    Her mom started in on her first. “Are you really saying you won’t lose weight for your sister’s wedding? She means that little to you?”
    Sure. It’s not like I mean that much to her. “No, Mom,” she said, trying to stay calm. She wanted to get back into the room to sit with her dad. “I’m not saying that at all. I don’t have the time for it. Scarlet does. So she might as well be the maid of honor because I’m clearly doing a terrible job at it.”
    “You would be doing just fine if you hadn’t made other commitments,” Christine said through gritted teeth. “Commitments to your hot new boss, for instance.”
    “What’s this about a hot boss?” Her mom looked at Jamie sternly. “Are you working for the guy for sexual favors?”
    Jamie’s heart sank. What had Stephen been saying to them?
    Christine laughed. “She wants to sleep with him.” She gave her sister the once over. “But that’s never going to happen.”
    “No,” Jamie glared at Christine. “That’s not the case at all.”
    “I thought I had raised you better than that,” her mom said. “It is incredibly unprofessional to sleep with the boss or have any feelings for him that are not platonic. Don’t mess up your career for your love life. It will not go well.”
    “I’m not sleeping—” Jamie lowered her voice when a nurse looked up from across the hall. “My job is completely professional.”
    “I’ve seen Alex Reid, Mom,” Christine said. “He’s never going to sleep with Jamie.”
    “I wouldn’t do it anyways!” Jamie hated that she felt the need to defend herself.
    “You wouldn’t?” Christine smirked and Jamie knew she was up to something. She always got the look before she blasted Jamie against their mom. “She’s already slept with her boss’s son,” Christine crowed. “Don’t you remember when Stephen pity-dated her?”
    “He was your boss’s son?” Her mother paled and

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