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“Yes. Stewart Applications will be fine,” Oliver confirmed.
A sigh of relief escaped me, and I pulled him into a big bear hug. My anxiety melted away in his embrace.
“You were gone a long time,” I remarked, pulling back slightly to look at him.
“I took one of my accountants with me. We needed to examine Finley’s books. He has little waste, but Jerold found a few areas he can tighten up,” Oliver explained.
“How much interest are you charging him?” I inquired, curious about the terms of the agreement.
“None. The deal is that I obtain five percent of the company,” Oliver replied.
“And Finley was okay with that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“He’s fine because we discussed how he can recover the five percent. I don’t mean to sound like an ass, but my attachment to his company can bring him more business,” Oliver admitted, a hint of self-awareness in his tone.
“You are an ass. I’ve told you many times,” I teased, unable to resist a playful jab.
“Yes, you have,” Oliver acknowledged with a chuckle.
“But this time I love you for being an ass. Thank you,” I said, sincerity in my voice.
“It’s business and family. I wouldn’t let your brother sink. I understand how important his company and Sadie are to him,” Oliver replied, his gaze softening.
“You made his security a reality,” I said, gratitude swelling within me.
“He made me promise not to say anything to Sadie about the investment. He doesn’t want her to know how close he came to selling their apartment. From what I see, even the funds from the proceeds wouldn’t cover his expenses,” Oliver revealed, a sense of protectiveness in his tone.
“When are you giving him the money?” I inquired.
“It’s already handled. I had my banker transfer the funds into his account,” Oliver replied casually.
“On a Saturday?” I raised an eyebrow, impressed by his efficiency.
“I’m Oliver Fox,” he said with a smirk.
“Dick,” I muttered under my breath.
“Damn, Ryleigh, you’re really hitting me hard today,” Oliver teased.
“Stop being an arrogant ass,” I retorted, though there was a hint of affection in my tone.
“It’s part of my charm and the reason why you love me so much. What did you do while I was gone?” Oliver changed the subject, his curiosity evident.
“Made phone calls to Lisa, Benny, and Diane. I also spoke with Rachel Vicaria. My dress is coming along,” I replied, excitement lacing my words.
“I’d still like to see it,” Oliver said, a playful gleam in his eye.
“Dream on, Fox. You’ll see it on July thirtieth. I also wrapped some gifts,” I informed him, recalling my afternoon activities.
“Not my favorite activity,” Oliver admitted with a grin.
“If I know you, you had Henri do it,” I accused, knowing his penchant for delegating tasks.
Oliver bit his sensual bottom lip and smiled knowingly.
“No way. You made him do it?” I exclaimed, both amused and incredulous.
“He has style,” Oliver defended his choice.
