“All the more reason. News spreads fast here,” he clarifies.
She shrugs her shoulders but reluctantly grabs a pen from her desk and quickly signs it then hands it back. “There.” Her smile returns and she circles around her desk, indicating for us to have a seat.
I feel the excitement about to burst out of me. “Tell the owners that I want the building. I’ve fulfilled all of the requirements.”
Molly seems taken aback. “Hailey, it’s great if you get the financing, but there is still one more out-of-this-world requirement that I’m not too pleased with myself.”
Glancing to my side, I see Oliver smiling wryly.
“I’m married now,” I tell her. Right on cue, Oliver sweeps up my hand to hold, even places a small peck of a kiss near my knuckles.
Molly’s jaw hangs low. “M-married?”
I nod proudly. “Yes. Oliver and I are married. So put in the offer and hand me those keys.” Confidence fills me that this is all falling into place.
She sways her finger side to side between us. “You. Him. Married?”
“Sure are.” Oliver’s grin is cheeky. “And I remind you that you just signed an NDA. So, I’m sure you’ll keep this to yourself until we are ready to share the news of our blessed union.”
Molly scrubs a hand across her mouth as she digests the news. “Since when?”
“Does it matter? Everything is in order,” I reiterate.
“Your parents, brothers, friends have no clue?” She can’t let this go. “No cake from Foxy Rox?”
Oliver breaths out a sigh and rolls his eyes, getting exhausted. “No clue. No cake. So let’s wrap this up.”
Molly tilts her head side to side, raising her brows then her shoulders go slack. “Okay. It seems I can inform the seller. I’ll go give her a call. You’re just in time because she just got another offer this morning, but I know you are her first choice.”
I sit up straight from that knowledge and watch Molly disappear to the corner of the office for a little privacy.
Immediately, I squeeze the hand that I forgot I’m holding. “If they don’t agree then you have a wife for nothing,” I whisper and crane my neck in an attempt to examine Molly’s facial expressions.
He muffles a noise, but it’s not a response.
“It won’t be for nothing.” I zip my gaze to him because his words have sincerity underneath, I can sense it. “You’ll get it,” he assures me. But I could have sworn that he meant something else.
The sound of Molly ending her call brings my attention back to her. Her demeanor seems positive, so that’s a start.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” I ask.
“Okay. It seems it is yours.”
My entire body slouches from tension evaporating. “Really?”
She nods her head with a bright smile. “Yes… you just both need to meet Ingrid for high tea.”
“W-what?” My face squinches.
Molly shrugs. “She’s a little traditional, I guess. Or just sentimental.”
“No shit. But fine.” Oliver holds his palm up. “She wouldn’t be the first to want to hash out details over a meal with a signature for dessert. High tea will be a first. Does Hailey need to wear a bonnet or something? This feels a little older than our times.”
She looks sympathetically between us. “I’m sure you newlyweds can handle a high tea together, right?” I hear skepticism and sass in her tone.
My head tilts to the side from her brazen change but also find it amusing. “Of course we can. Send the details and we’ll be there. Oliver needs to check his calendar because it’s still the hockey trade season.”
