I end the call and then dial Mindy. “Do you want to go home with me for a few days?” I ask when she picks up.
She groans. “I wish I could, but there’s no way I’ll have time. I’m still at work, and I’ll be here all weekend. There is way too much shit hitting the fan at the moment. When are you planning on leaving?”
Someone knocks at the door.
“Come in!” I call.
Oliver walks in, carrying a covered tray. Food. Whatever it is, it smells divine. He’s still in a suit. He’s removed the jacket but is still wearing the vest. My mouth waters over more than the food.
Wait. Mindy asked me a question.
I blink and avert my gaze, looking the floor. He is entirely too distracting. “Um, probably tomorrow. I’ll need to see if I can rent a truck on short notice.”
“A truck?” she asks.
I bite my lip, thinking, ignoring Oliver’s approaching presence. “Or an SUV or something. I want to get some parts off the old tractor.”
“Ah. Well, I probably won’t see you, then, because it’s shaping up to be a late night. But I’ll try to catch you in the morning before you leave.”
“Sounds good.” I hang up and look at Oliver standing a few feet away, tray in hand. “Hi.”
“I thought you might be hungry.”
The smile tugs at my lips. “I am. We can eat it here.” I pat the seat on the couch next to me.
He only hesitates a second before setting the tray on the table. Then he pulls the lid off to reveal two plates with some kind of creamy chicken, broccolini, and a dollop of mashed potatoes, along with napkins and utensils. “Why do you need to rent a truck on short notice?”
“I want to go home for a few days and harvest some materials.”
Oliver hands me my plate and a fork. “We could take one of my vehicles.”
“We?” I shovel in a bite of the creamy mashed potatoes.
He stands. “Do you want a drink?” He walks over to the minifridge.
“Sure. Water is fine.”
He comes back with two bottles and sets them on the table within reach. “Archer asked me to come to Whitby when we spoke the other day. If you’re intending on driving there as well, I have a large enough vehicle to load parts in.”
I finish chewing the food in my mouth, considering him. “Okay. But I’m driving.”
“That’s acceptable.”
I grin at him. “Road trip.”
With Oliver. This should be interesting.