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“Whew, now I really need a drink,” he said, rubbing his temples.
“I have a bottle of white in the refrigerator. Do you want a glass?” I offered, trying to ease the tension.
“Yes, definitely. It’s beautiful today. Want to sit on the patio?” he suggested, his tone hopeful.
“That sounds nice,” I agreed, feeling the weight of the argument lift slightly.
Oliver went outside, taking Trouble with him while I opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. He was sitting on one of the loungers with the dog next to him.
“I think we should add some grass out here,” Oliver mused as I handed him his wine and sat down next to him. Trouble moved next to me, nosing at my hand that dangled down.
“That sounds like a nice idea,” I replied, scratching Trouble behind his ears.
“Trouble would have some place to do his business other than that small patch we have,” Oliver said, taking a sip of his wine.
“It wouldn’t be for his use only,” I teased, giving him a playful nudge.
“Obviously. He’s smart, and we could train him to go in one spot like he does now,” he said, smiling. “I’ll look into it on Monday,” he promised, leaning back in his chair.
A gentle breeze was blowing the warm late June air around, and I closed my eyes as it ran through my hair. In another month, I would be married to one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. It was hard to fathom.
“We should go out to the house in Southampton for the holiday,” Oliver suggested, breaking the silence.
I looked up from the figures I was going over. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? We could’ve invited friends and family.”
The holiday weekend was two days away, and our week had been so hectic that we hadn’t really discussed our plans. I had assumed we would hang around the city, which usually became a bit of a ghost town during the July Fourth weekend. Since Monday was the holiday, most people were leaving the city on Friday afternoon or evening.
“I want it to be just us,” Oliver said, his eyes twinkling.
“In that big house?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you afraid to be with me alone?” he teased, a playful grin on his lips.
I snorted. “Are you insane? Why would I be afraid?” I shot back, rolling my eyes.
“I’ve decided to give the staff off. It’ll be us, and us only,” he said.
I tapped my pen on the desk. “And what do you have in mind, Mr. Fox?” I asked, intrigued by his mischievous expression.
“Just a preview of our honeymoon,” Oliver replied with a devilish grin.
“I’m going to be sore, aren’t I?” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper.
He crossed his arms. “Now you’re catching my drift. Very sore,” he confirmed, his eyes darkening with promise.
My core clenched at the thought of having sex in every room imaginable. Oliver would be thirty-eight in October, and he didn’t seem to be slowing down. I hoped he never would.
“When do you want to leave?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Later Friday,” he replied.
“Or we can leave late Thursday and forget working on Friday,” I suggested, a hopeful tone in my voice.
He shook his head. “I can’t do that. I have a conference call with James Ryder,” he said, shaking his head.
I wrinkled my nose. “I thought you were finished with the Ryders?” I asked, surprised.
“He has asked to discuss a possible partnership for property in Palm Springs,” Oliver explained.
