Page 160 of See You Maybe
“What about the car?” Olivia asked.
“Dealt with,” Declan said over his shoulder, as he flipped on the lights.
He was opening his laptop when he realized she hadn’t followed him into the room.
Olivia frowned at him from the doorway.
“If this is going to work, you have to let me know what is happening.” Her chin jutted forward.
Declan couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. In the last twenty-four hours, she had presented a plan to save her company, dealt with an insane socialite, and rallied after a car bomb.
“Stop smiling at me and tell me what happened.” But there was no heat in her words.
“With the evidence presented in front of him, Chris folded.”
“Just like that?” Tiny lines bunched between her brows.
“There was nothing he could do. The assets are frozen, and with the evidence we’ve compiled, we will overturn the fraudulent will.”
Olivia didn’t match his smile.
“Then who tried to kill you this morning?” Her voice was quiet.
“Albanian Mob—relatives of the men I killed in a Dublin pub twelve years ago. I did my brother a favor, attending a meeting after I left you at the airport, and things got out of control. I told Chris about it once, and he must have tipped them off I was the one who killed Agron Koci’s cousin, not my brother.”
When she blanched, Declan wished he’d lied. “But it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay, Declan.” Olivia’s voice pitched high as she practically stomped into the room. “They put a bomb in your car!”
Declan pulled her close, and ran his nose down the length of hers. “It’s been taken care of, Petal.”
“You’ve used that phrase a lot in the last twenty-four hours.” Olivia grumbled, but relaxed against his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist with an irritated sigh.
Declan smiled against her hair. “What can I say? I’m productive.”
She muttered something against his dress shirt that sounded like, “You’re something.”
Declan smiled over her head and stroked his hand down her back. “It’s still true.”
“Can we go home?” Olivia asked, still not looking at him.
“To Atlanta?”
She nodded.
“Alex said to give it another day, but then of course, we will.”
Olivia’s arms lowered, and she brought her hands up between them to push back. “How is this going to work?”
His first inclination was to pull her back into his chest, but her expression was serious, and curls of apprehension crept up his spine. “How is what going to work?”
“Us.” Her simple word sliced through him. “You are now the CEO of one of the largest media empires in the world. I run a company in Atlanta. We operate in two totally different worlds.”
Declan’s heart thudded. He hadn’t allowed himself to think beyond the point where he regained Bloom Communications.
Her eyes were sad. “I want to be with you every day.”
“You could move here,” Declan said. “You could oversee Armstrong’s operations remotely. There’s no need for you to be there in person.” But even as he said the words, he knew Olivia would never be happy in a role like that. Part of what made her successful was that she was hands on with her employees.