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bother MaKayla.
    Her condo was in a nice neighborhood, and the area was well-kept. He opened her door but didn’t offer to help her inside. “If you need to take tomorrow off to get better, I’ll understand.”
    “How would that look: the new girl, the boss’s wife, no less, taking off her second day on the job?” She shook her head. “I already bailed on Tera tonight for cleanup. Don’t worry, I’ll be there with bells on.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Maybe not with bells.”
    “Do you have everything you need? Do you want these other cold remedies?”
    “No thank you, I have stuff inside.” She paused with her hand on the door. Facing the window, she said, “Thank you for coming tonight.”
    “Someone had to take care of you.”
    Her head slowly turned his direction. The look she gave him was part confusion and part defensiveness. “Why?”
    Gabe squeezed the steering wheel. “You won’t, and you’re no good to anyone if you’re half-dead.”
    MaKayla pressed her palm to her forehead and closed her eyes. “Don’t worry, Mr. Russell, you haven’t wasted your money or your time. I assure you, my health will not affect my performance level.”
    Shocked, Gabe dropped his hands from the wheel. What was he supposed to say to that? He wasn’t worried about her work ethic, he was worried about her . And she threw it right back in his face. “Well, good night, then.”
    “Goodnight,” said MaKayla.
    Despite the heavy awkwardness in the car, MaKayla moved with grace as she climbed out. Gabe would have opened her door for her, but she probably would have slammed it on his fingers. His frustration mounted as MaKayla made her way slowly up the path to the front door. He felt such a desire to take care of her, to tuck her in bed and make sure she took her medicine, and at the same time wanted to drive off in a haze of rubber.
    In the end, he did both, sort of. He waited until MaKayla was safely inside and then peeled away from the curb with a satisfying squeal.
    The success of the charities he participated in, and in some cases ran, was important enough to him to marry a woman he didn’t know. They were the motivation for almost everything he did and the reason he’d started investing in the first place. It wouldn’t be long before he could work fulltime in philanthropy. When that happened, he’d see the Boys’ and Girls’ Center for Healing open branches all over the country. There were so many children and adults suffering from the effects of physical and mental abuse that needed help—his help. Until he could afford to step away from the company, he needed someone to keep that section of his life healthy.
    He’d thought Natasha would do a decent job, thought they were on the same page because she’d encouraged him to move forward with his plans to start the company. It wasn’t until later that he realized she saw him as a paycheck and her commitment to helping others was practically nonexistent. She wasn’t a bad person; she just wasn’t the right fit for him.
    MaKayla was a different matter altogether. He needed her to do well and he was going to make sure she had what she needed to succeed, because in the end, her success was his success. Even though she was his wife, there was a line there that he needed to maintain, which was why he needed to cool his temper. He was right: MaKayla wouldn’t take care of herself. She’d taken the lowest dosage of medication. That wasn’t going to do anything to help her.
    Yanking the wheel, he stopped on the side of the road to do a quick search for herbal cold remedies on his phone. Maybe she was one of those people that didn’t believe in taking pills. After finding the information he needed, he headed for the health food store a few blocks away that, according to their webpage, was open late. He needed to make sure his investment was in good shape tomorrow.

 
 
    Chapter 10
     
     
     
    MaKayla woke up to her phone beeping and a headache that