Page 34 of Love In Hiding

The bathroom door opened and Spencer came out in shorts and a T-shirt, and bare feet that her eyes dropped to immediately.

This was too intimate, but what was she going to do, tell him he had to stay completely dressed?

Geez, she didn’t even have anything else other than a tank top to sleep in. Not even comfortable shorts. Maybe she could find a place to pick some up.

“You found the chocolate,” he said.

“Hits the spot. Thanks for that.”

“No problem. Toss me one.”

She reached into the bag and lofted it up, he caught it one handed, and then moved to the dresser with his dirty clothes but didn’t put them in a drawer, instead laid them on top.

He opened his candy bar and popped it in whole like she had, then he reached into the bag with their other snacks.

“What’s that?” she asked when he threw the small compacted square at her. It was wrapped tight as if all the air was sucked out of it and was pink.

“Laundry bag for our dirty clothes.”

“You think of everything,” she said.

“I saw them while waiting in line at the store. Not saying they are great, but they might keep the smell contained more.”

He opened his blue one so she did the same with her pink one, then shook it out.

“Smells nice,” she said. “Almost floral. Kind of like the room does from the flowers off the balcony.”

“Even if it doesn’t last, it will help counter the fish on our clothes.”

“I so want to give West hell for this,” she said, her voice full of grouchiness.

His head was down while he was placing his clothes inside. “Will you?”

She snorted. “Not likely. I won’t say a word. Maybe I’ll mention something to Braylon or Nelson. If Laken were around, I’d totally whine to her, but she has her hands full.”

“I’m positive they are aware of the area,” he said. “West and Braylon.”

“I’m sure. And probably laughing their asses off. I bet they stayed on West’s jet rather than this place.”

“Have you been on it?”

“I have. It’s nicer than my apartment. West flew family on it for a few weddings. Put us in groups to make it easier.”

“That’s nice,” he said.

“I’m sure you’ll be on it at some point,” she said. If he was second in charge behind Braylon, there’d be no doubt he could end up on trips with West.

Or maybe not. It wasn’t something she knew for sure,but she had heard that the jet never flew without West on it, unless it was her Aunt Aileen or a group of family members.

“Doesn’t matter either way. Best mode of transportation for me right now is a helicopter. Nice and fast.”

“I’ve been in a few going to West’s Hampton home. I can say that to you because I’m sure you’re already aware of his second home.”

“I am,” he said.

“Where have you flown one? And can we figure out dinner? I need food and wine.”

“You didn’t find the wine?”