two.” He pointed at Saint and me. “And you two.” He pointed at Martin and Brielle.
“Oh, hell no!” Martin argued.
“You two are the most likely to be contagious.” Jace shrugged. “We have obtained a hotel for y’all to be quarantined in. Now, we are going to transport you all to your rooms,” he ordered as he gestured to the exit of the cafeteria.
They had us in a hotel. One that hadn’t opened yet, actually. We were transported by ambulance to the new location, put through rigorous decontamination then escorted to our new homes for the next three weeks.
It was brand new, and out of all the rooms it had, the ones at the very top, the executive suites, were the only ones open.
“I’m not pairing up with him for three weeks! I’ll go with her!” Brielle pointed at me.
Saint, God love him, hooked his arm around me. “Sorry, but my fiancée and me are going to be together. We’re not separating.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that, despite our differences, he wasn’t going to let me go.
Thank God.
Over the last year that I’d known Saint, especially the last four months that I’d been home, I’d made it a priority to give him shit every time that I saw him. He’d made it a point to give it right back.
And, from what I’d learned, he didn’t give shit to anybody but me.
Which made me feel special in a way.
“What?” Brielle screeched. “You’re getting married?”
Four more yellow-suited people came into the room then, all coming up to us.
We’d been showered, changed, decontaminated to the best of their abilities, and now they were leading us to our jail cells for the next three weeks.
Without another word, we followed the silent man that led us to the top suite at the very end of the hallway.
He opened the door with a code, then gestured for us to go inside.
“After you,” he said.
We went inside, and without another word, the door slammed shut behind us.
We both turned to look at the closed door, then back at each other.
“Holy fuck,” he said, shaking his head.
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Holly
The buzzing of my phone wakes me and I glance at the clock, it’s 5 am.
I pick it up, the name Clancy lights up the screen. “Hi.”
“Oh my God,” she splutters.
I frown at the sound of her voice. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been up vomiting all night.”
“Oh no, you poor thing. Are you okay?” I wince.
“No, I’m literally on my deathbed.”
“You should probably go to the hospital then, less messy to clean up your dead body.” I smile, relieved that it’s only that.
“This isn’t funny.”
I rub my eyes. “Sorry. So, I take it you’re not coming in today?” Clancy is my PA, the best damn one I ever had.
“I can’t, I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I sigh.
“It’s not. You’ll have to cancel Alaska.”
I screw up my face in horror as I remember today’s itinerary. “Shit, I can’t.”
“Well, you can’t go alone.”
I close my eyes. “I’ll get Joel to come.”
“Joel starts his time off today, remember?”
“Fuck.”
“What about Melissa?” she asks.
“Are you kidding me?” I sigh. Melissa is Clancy’s assistant, and she drives me crazy. She flirts with every man she comes into contact with, to the point that it’s embarrassing.
“It’s three nights, surely you can handle her for three nights?”
“No, actually. I can’t.”
“I’ll tell her to behave.”
“I’ll just go alone.”
“This is a major meeting, Holly. You can’t.”
“Clancy, I love you, but you are aware that I can do my job without you, right?”
“I know that,” she scoffs.
“Stop underestimating me and go back to bed,” I smirk. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am. Years and years of blood sweat and tears has lead me to be the head of acquisitions for Ferrara Media, New York. I’m Gabriel Ferrara’s right-hand woman. I know my job and I do it well, and tomorrow, I have a meeting in Anchorage, Alaska, to close a multi-million dollar deal on the sale of the local television station. “Can you email me the flight details, please,” I ask.
“Okay so, you’re flying commercial because Gabriel leaves in the company plane for Italy today to visit his family.”
I roll my eyes; this is just getting better by the second. “Yes, I remember,” I reply. “Email me the details of hotels, etc.”
“Are you sure you can go alone?”
“I’m not a baby,” I snap, exasperated. Clancy has become a tad overprotective.
“I’m pretty sure after the last eighteen months I can handle two days in