Page 78 of The Worst Best Man

“Cool,” he strode over and dropped the box on her desk. “Just need your signature here.” He whipped out a tablet and Frankie signed the screen with her finger.

“Who’s it from?” she asked.

“Big guy at Kilbourn Holdings downtown. Later,” he said, flashing a quick salute before heading back out the door.

Frankie stared at the box, half scared to open it. What could he possibly have had the time to send her in the scant hours since they’d been wrapped up naked in each other’s arms? Even Prime wasn’t that fast.Oh, god. What if it was a box of sex toys?

Brenda leaned over Frankie’s desk. “Hurry up. I’m dying over here!”

She’dbe dying if it was a value pack of dildos. But there’d be no getting rid of Brenda until the package was open. Carefully, Frankie lifted the lid and peered underneath.

“Well?”

Frankie dumped the lid to the side and parted the delicate layers of tissue paper. Seriously, who had a gift wrapper on hand first thing in the morning?

“Oooh,” Brenda crooned as Frankie pulled the coat out of the box. It was black like her current one, but the similarities ended at the color.

Wool—and was that cashmere?—with a plaid silky lining.

“It’s so soft,” she murmured.

“Put it on,” Brenda ordered.

“Holy crap. It’s Burberry.”

Brenda shoved her into the coat. Itfeltluxurious. She stroked her hands over the fabric. The coat nipped in at the waist and fell to mid-thigh.

Brenda nodded approvingly. “You look just fabulous.”

“Don’t you dare look up how much it costs,” Frankie warned her. This was no hundred-dollar coat from a department store.

Brenda shoved her hands in the pockets.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking to see if he stuffed the pockets with loose diamonds.”

Frankie laughed. She felt lightheaded. Was she just supposed to accept this as a gift? How could she possibly reciprocate in kind?

“Aha!” Brenda pulled her hands out of the pockets in triumph. “No diamonds, but I did find these.” She held up a sleek pair of gloves.

Ofcoursethey were cashmere lined leather.

“Oh, look! There’s a note in the box!”

Nestled in the tissue paper, Frankie snatched up the envelope before Brenda could get to it.

To keep you warm when I’m not around.

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Holy. Shit.

“What’s it say? What’s it say?” Brenda was practically dancing from foot to foot.

Frankie cleared her throat. “It just says, ‘To keep you warm,’” she fibbed.

Brenda squealed. “This is so exciting! Our Frankie lands a jillionaire!”