Page 36 of Sullivan

“You shouldn’t rush into marriage. She can go home to Canada, then come back to visit for up to six months. You could test the waters, so to speak, and marry in that time frame.”

“But she couldn’t work.”

“No.”

“If I hired her, would that meet the terms of the Skilled Worker visa?”

“We don’t allow nepotism in the firm.”

“Privately. Like a housekeeper or personal assistant?”

“That’s stretching it. A real job offer is best.”

I stroked my chin.

“What is her field?”

“HR. Autumn writes and implements new structures, does training. I understand she is excellent at it. She’s over at Whitby’s, revamping the entire operation.”

“Autumn?” she questioned. “Pretty name. And she works with your cousin?”

“Yes.”

“How much longer is she here for?”

“Three weeks, maybe a month, unless it’s extended.”

“I heard Wallaby and Co. are looking to revamp their business. Bring it up-to-date.”

“Oh?” I sat up straighter. I knew a few people there. Decent little financial office. Good reputation, although it might be a bit dull compared to what she did now, but it wouldn’t have to be forever. “Whitby’s was bought out by a parent company,” I explained. “Autumn’s working on their behalf. I know she’d like to stay on if possible, but Wallaby might be a good backup. I’ll call John later and ask a few questions. Thanks, Agatha.”

“Sure. Anytime. She should get counsel. And there is a website with information and places to contact to make sure it’s done properly.”

“And I have you. Best counsel around.”

She rolled her eyes. “Flatterer.”

She left, and I pondered what she’d said. A Skilled Worker visa seemed the best option. Whereas I had zero problem marrying Autumn, I knew she was a little more cautious and wanted a marriage based simply on love, not the need to stay in the country.

We would have to discuss it later.

Later at home, I peered into the oven at the dinner I had picked up. I’d run late as usual, a client calling just as I was about to leave. I got him off the phone as quickly as I could, but it put me behind enough that, instead of cooking, I picked up dinner.

Thank God for Marks and Sparks.

I had wine chilling, and hopefully Autumn would be here soon. She had a late meeting but promised to be here by seven. I had twenty minutes before she arrived.

I looked around, pleased at what I saw. The housekeeper had been in, and everything was tidy. The flat was spotless, I had the table set, including candles, and I had grabbed some pretty flowers for Autumn while at the shops. The bed was freshly made and inviting, and I hoped she would stay and mess it up with me. I had texted her early this morning, suggesting she pack enough clothes for a couple of nights, and I hoped she’d decided she liked that idea.

My computer pinged with a familiar tone, and I groaned. I didn’t have time right now, but I always answered those calls. I sat down, clicking on the app. Finn’s and Niall’s faces appeared, both of them smiling and relaxed.

“Hey,” I greeted them. “I’m pressed for time, but what’s up?”

Finn tilted his head, his dark red hair long and brushing his shoulder. “Busy night, cousin?”

“Aye.”

Niall chortled. “So we heard.”