Page 94 of A Chance for Us
“Then I’ll see you in a few days.”
That feels like a lifetime.
“One condition,” Maren says before we disconnect.
“What?”
“You go to the doctor. We aren’t going to be able to have sex if you can barely move.”
“When you put it that way . . .” I say with a laugh. If I have to, I’ll force myself to walk normally when I see her. Nothing is going to keep me from making love to her. Nothing.
Twenty-Three
MAREN
“So, how was the honeymoon?” Mark asks as he walks into my office.
“It was good. What’s going on with the team?”
“You’re going to give yourself an ulcer at this rate.” He plops down in the chair across from me and gives me a rundown of what happened. Basically, the analyst who was helping out didn’t jive well, leaving my guys exposed in ways I never would’ve allowed. She threw my plans out the window and went rogue.
She’s no longer employed here.
“I should’ve been here.”
“You were a little busy.”
I shake my head, guilt hitting me in the chest. “They’re my team.”
“And they’re all fine,” Mark assures me. “Jackson and I had a long talk about this while we were out in the field. First, you’re no longer having a set team.”
“Mark!” I protest.
“Relax, Sharkbait, you don’t run this company, we do.”
I sometimes forget he is my boss and I still have to follow his rules. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re worked up, but we’re doing it for a good reason. We can’t have everyone relying on just one person. What if I need you to head to California to handle something and your team goes out? Or what if Quinn is unable to go or Ben gets sick? This company is only as good as our weakest team, and that’s all of us if we can’t work as a unit. We want our people to be just as good as they always are, no matter who they are working with, and rotating everyone is the only way to do that. Plus, I don’t know how you and the first Oliver are going to manage now that you married a different Oliver with, like, a day’s notice.”
He’s right, and at some point, I’ll need to talk to that Oliver and get this figured out.
“Is he here?”
“No, he’s still out of the country.”
So much for that idea. “Speaking of getting married, where is my signed marriage license?” I need to do some shredding.
I may be falling for Oliver, but we need to start things off right if we can. Meaning, not married and in the position to decide what we want going forward. If we try and fail, then at least the split will be as easy as possible for both of us.
“About that . . .”
Oh God. “You didn’t.” My head falls in my hands as I prepare for the worst.
“In my defense—”
“No, you are defenseless. You have no defense for filing it!”
“I didn’t file it. Charlie did.”
