I nearly drop the phone. “Seriously?”
“Yes. I can forward you the email with the designs they’re interested in. Could you have them ready for shipment in two weeks?”
“I... Wow. You’re quick. Send me the email and I’ll look into it. Archer, thank you.”
After I hang up, I call Logan to share the good news.
“Hello, handsome,” I tell him.
“Hello back.”
“I wanted to share some great news with you. Archer called, told me he wants to send a shipment to Milan in two weeks.”
“Be careful, Nadine.”
I sigh. I knew this was going to be his reaction, but I still wanted to share the news with him.
“I am. Didn’t give Archer a definite answer yet. I can handle myself; don’t worry. And don’t get involved. Please.”
“I won’t.”
Telling him about Archer isn’t the only reason I called. I also wanted to thank him for Pippa’s invitation but decide against it at the last moment. I’ll surprise my man today. After I hang up, I open Archer’s stores’ website, to do a background check.
***
Logan
“What do you mean, the loan wasn’t approved?” I yell into my phone.
“Her financial situation wasn’t deemed good enough for such a large loan. The bank can re-evaluate if we receive new information, but that can take a while, and she’ll default on her old debt if she doesn’t repay it soon.”
“Fuck this,” I say through gritted teeth. “Pay her old debt from my account.”
“I’ll need her permission for that.”
“No, you don’t. We’re friends. Do me this favor, and I’ll tell Nadine about it.” She will not take this well, I know it in my gut, but I won’t sit back and see my woman endure hardships.
“Fine, but you have a week max to tell her before she’ll find out anyway.”
“Done.”
I finish the conversation and look at Blake’s amused face. He sits across from me in my office. He was here when Finn called and heard everything since I had my phone on loudspeaker.
“Solving everyone’s problems again, brother?” he asks.
“None of your concern,” I reply in a clipped tone. “Why don’t you tell me why you came to see me?”
“I’ve started planning Sebastian’s bachelor party.”
“Let me get this straight. Sebastian’s wedding is six months away, and you already want to plan the bachelor party?”
Blake nods, stifling a yawn. It’s very late, and almost everyone on my floor has left already. I stare at him in disbelief. My brother, the ultimate spur-of-the-moment guy, who doesn’t even plan one month ahead, is suddenly planning six months ahead.
“Yeah. Our big brother is getting married. It’ll be the first bachelor party in our family,” he explains. “I’m not leaving anything to chance. The wedding’s for the women; the bachelor party is for the men. It’s hard to bring together a dozen people—”
“Who have actual jobs? I can’t imagine.”
Blake narrows his eyes. “Daniel and I are the PR representatives of the company.”