***Elle’s POV***
Oliver had left for Spain early this morning, and Jacob had driven him to the dock. Jacob had given us space over the last couple of days so Oliver could spend as much time with me as possible before we were apart for so long. Jacob was very thoughtful. I went to the office and started looking over the numbers from Hattfield’s when the fighter from the boxing match came in. “Good morning Ma’am.” He said, taking his hat off and moving like a frightened mouse. “Mr. Barton told me to come and see you this morning about the warehouse position?” He asked meekly for such a large man.
“Jacob mentioned something about that to me, and I do need a strong back to help me here.” I smiled at him, “What’s your name?” I asked since I only knew his fighting name, and I certainly wasn’
