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could split rocks. She rummaged around on her night stand until she found the phone and checked the text from Brooke.
    Run 2day?
    Head cold
    R U going to work?
    Both jobs
    Good luck and let me know if you need anything
    Sitting up just far enough that she wouldn’t spill her glass of water as she drank, MaKayla took stock of her situation. Her body felt heavy, a little on the achy side, and her head was as stuffed as the teddy bear on her shelf. The one consolation was that she didn’t have a cough or a sore throat. She could deal with a runny nose, and once the painkillers kicked in, the pounding in her brain would be reduced to a manageable level. What she’d told Gabe was true: her health, or lack thereof, would not affect her performance level—she simply wouldn’t allow it.
    She downed half a glass of water, then sank back into her pillows until the alarm went off. Groaning, she forced herself into the shower, where she let the hot water clear her sinuses and soothe her tired muscles. Stepping into the steam-filled bathroom and wrapping a towel around her shivering body, MaKayla wanted to climb back into bed.
    A self-depreciating laugh escaped her lips. There was no way she was skipping out on Gabe. Not after her little snit in the car last night. She’d been tired and ornery and sick, and Gabe had pushed her buttons.
    She paused. That wasn’t truly fair. Gabe might understand. He’d offered to give her the day off, in a kind of backhanded way. His attention the night before puzzled her. Honestly, the last person she’d expected to see at the hotel was Gabe. Her life at the hotel was supposed to be separate from her life with Gabe. They weren’t supposed to mix, and suddenly they were in a blender. No one from her old life, except for Brooke, knew she’d gotten married, and she wanted to keep it that way. Gabe’s appearance threw everything out of whack, and she still couldn’t figure out why he’d shown up.
    She quickly toweled off. Maybe he was a micromanager. The way he’d jumped all over where the funds were coming from for the prizes and then showed up out of the blue to check on her would suggest that he didn’t know how to let things go. She threw the towel on her bed. That was just great. Gabe didn’t see her as an equal, like she’d thought; he saw her as a project.
    By the time she finished getting dressed and doing her hair, she was fifteen minutes late to the hotel. She’d vowed to be a model employee right up to the end, but her cold made moving feel like sledging through muddy lake water.
    She ducked her head as she passed the hotel manager’s office. He hadn’t been too happy with her since she turned in her two weeks’, but that was his problem. All she could hope for now was to avoid a dirty look; it wasn’t like he could fire her for being late. She smiled to herself. That was the beauty of having a job lined up before you quit.
    Thankfully, Tera had their nine o’clock appointment up to speed, and was walking them through the place settings for their wedding when MaKayla entered her office. Sinking into her chair with her business smile in place, MaKayla was grateful for Tera’s abilities. She really had caught on quickly. MaKayla made a mental note to tell her how impressed she was after the meeting. The couple was happy with how things were progressing, and it looked like it would be a fairly easy reception to coordinate.
    For the rest of the morning, MaKayla and Tera reviewed procedures and phoned or emailed past clients to inform them that MaKayla was handing over the reins. MaKayla ignored her body as it begged her to go get some rest, and instead focused on crossing items off her to-do list.
    In the car on the way over to her new job, MaKayla let her head drop back against the seat and tried to gather strength. She was grateful for Gabe’s foresight in arranging for a car, even if his motives were controlling. She doubted she’d be able to keep her eyes open behind the