LYALL
I was still on the phone with Louis when Sable walked into the study carrying a small plate of sliced fruit and cheese. I took it from her with my free hand and leaned up to peck her cheek.
“Thank you.”
She waited until I ended the call.
“Was that Louis?”
“Yes.”
“I just received the email with the documents,” she said, settling on the edge of the desk. “The penthouse at The Marc is secured. All the due diligence is complete. It’s done.”
I set the plate down, stood, and kissed her properly.
“Thank you for handling it.”
She smiled against my mouth. Sable managed nearly every major financial decision in our lives. She was my bookkeeper and impossible to bypass when large sums moved. I couldn’t have transferred the kind of money required for Raven’s housing and education without
