‘You didn’t have to do that,’ I said softly.
Oliver spun around. His blue eyes glowed with sincerity. ‘No one should ever speak to you like that.’
I cocked an eyebrow. ‘Like you did?’
His gaze briefly dipped to the floor before quickly settling on my face.
‘Yes.’ He took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. I won’t try to justify it by making excuses. I shouldn’t have said any of that stuff.’
My mouth dropped open. What the hell was happening right now?
He smirked. ‘I think I’m offended by your surprise that I could give a sincere apology.’
‘I just didn’t think you could do that.’
‘Apologise?’
‘Be sincere.’ My lips twitched.
‘At least my apology was better than that wankstain you used to date.’ He looked to the door Charlie had just dashed out of with an expression of disgust.
I must have reached my daily limit for embarrassment because I shrugged. ‘And all your exes are pillars of the community, I’m sure.’
His eyes danced with humour. ‘Touchè’
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Fishing it out with shakyhands, I read the message on the screen, feeling my chest tighten.
‘Okay,’ I placed my hands in front of me like zookeepers do to calm down potentially aggressive animals.
A line appeared between his brows. ‘What?’
‘I need you to drive us somewhere.’
‘Where?’
I bit my bottom lip. ‘I’m not telling you.’
His eyes narrowed. I knew it was a long shot in hell that Oliver would do anything I asked. He didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do. But I had such a small window of opportunity that I needed him to go along with it.
He considered me for a moment. ‘Alright, Pooh.’
I took a moment of relief that he’d agreed before I scowled. ‘I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you didn’t call me that during the meeting.’
A mischievous glint sparkled in his eye. He sighed heavily. ‘It was a sacrifice. A painful one, might I add.’
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the office, hiding my face as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
26
OLIVER
Izipped through the street with Fallon glancing down at the map on her phone, giving me directions that often came too late. We’d made three U-turns in the past ten minutes.
‘If you’d tell me, I could get us there a lot quicker.’ I grumbled, turning on my indicator to take another obscure right turn. We were somewhere in Chelsea, but I had no idea exactly where, and Fallon had staunchly refused to offer any information.
‘We’d be there already if you listened to me.’ Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flick her blonde hair over her shoulder. I missed the pink—it suited her better than the blonde. But I had a feeling that no matter what colour she dyed it, she would still look beautiful.
A loud growling noise erupted as if some part of her body heard my casual observation.
