“Do you think that’s wise?”
Here it came; he was in full protective mode and would try to draw every detail out of me until he got the true story.
“Why? Do you think I can’t handle an older man?” I asked with annoyance.
He coughed. “I didn’t say that. Older men are in a different frame of life. They’re thinking about marriage and kids.”
A headache was starting to thud behind my eyes and I rubbed them as I put my head on one of the pillows.
“I doubt this man is. He’s married to his business.”
“Do I know him?”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to say his name.”
“Why?”
I could hear the suspicion in his voice. Finley might have been a little fish in a big city, but he knew all the big players.
“I just don’t. I know you. You’ll start doing research on him.”
“Don’t fault me because I want to protect you. Mom and Anders made us swear we would take care of you.”
I ground my teeth. “So, the big city doesn’t swallow me whole? You forget that I lived here for four years.”
He hesitated while he spoke to someone in the background. “That was for school and not permanent.”
“What should I do about this guy?”
“Don’t get strapped down. You’re young, beautiful and intelligent. You’re a catch. I’m sure plenty of guys would want to date you.”
“I like Oliver. He’s different than anyone I’ve dated before.”
Dammit. I didn’t want to reveal my connection to Oliver this soon, and now I would have to explain.
“Oliver? Who is it, Ryleigh?”
I sighed. “It’s Oliver Fox.”
Finley whistled into the phone. “Shit, he’s like thirty-five and a high-profile businessman.”
“He’s thirty-six.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“He has offices in the building where I work. I met him in the elevator and the lobby. He was also the guest speaker at my graduation. You would know that if you attended,” I chided.
“You know why I couldn’t. I was there even if I wasn’t.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Oliver Fox dates a lot of women. He’ll break your heart.”
He already has.
“What should I do?”
“Date other people. Play the field and enjoy yourself. You’ve only lived in the city full-time for a month.” I heard Finley talking to someone in the background again. “I have to go. Take my advice, and let’s have lunch sometime soon.”