“You know what,” I said thoughtfully. “Maybe we should make some extra. I never did get to lick frosting off of Owen.”
56
Owen
Itook Rudolph out for a walk after Holly left then went up to my office.
Workers were already setting up for the winter festival, as Holly called it, checking the sound systems and putting up lecterns. My employees were chattering about the event as well. Walker kept forwarding me emails of the speculation going around about what sort of crazy activity Holly had planned for me.
Christmas was a week away. I wondered what Holly was doing. I knew I wanted her to stay with me. I wondered if it was too early to propose marriage. I'd known her, what, a few weeks? But I figured she might like a Christmas proposal.
“Did you read through that report yet?” Walker asked.
“Uh—”
My COO peered at my screen before I could close it. “Dude, are you seriously looking up engagement rings? It's not for Sloane, is it?” he asked in horror.
“Of course it's not for Sloane!”
“Holly then?” Walker said, sitting across from me. “Dude, you literally just met her.”
“I'm a hundred percent confident in my decision.”
“Have you even talked to her about it?”
“I will.”
“You can't just have the proposal be the first time you tell her you want to spend the rest of your life with her.”
“I know that. I’m not an idiot.”
“I mean sometimes I wonder.”
I glared at him.
Walker sighed. “Beck wants to talk about the quarterly projections soon, don't forget.”
I had settled into reading through the financial projections for the next quarter, which Beck had sent me, when I looked up to see my youngest brothers plastered against the glass.
I opened the door, and Matt and Oliver tumbled inside. My third-youngest brother, Jonathan, waited outside to finish his phone call.
“Owen!” they exclaimed as I hugged them.
“How was the drive?” I asked.
“Would have been nicer with one of your sports cars,” Matt said.
“Don't touch my cars.”
“Well, can you give me a job?” Matt asked. “I’m going to graduate in the summer. I can totally work for you.”
“Why don't you go work for Jonathan's hedge fund?” I asked him.
“No more room at the inn,” Jonathan said, sauntering in and tucking his phone away. “We came by to see Belle but thought we'd bother you first.”
“I'm sure you could find something for Matt to do,” I said to my brother while he rummaged in my desk. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Where are all the cookies?”
