Page 81 of Love In Hiding

“You know I have.”

The deep honesty in his voice made her stomach flip. She suddenly felt warm everywhere.

“Spencer,” she whispered, then looked around her empty office as if she thought someone was there watching and listening. Someone to see that she was dropping her guard and maybe giving him something too. “What are we doing?”

“Something we probably shouldn’t,” he said. “But I’m not ready to stop.”

Her head fell back against the chair. “Neither am I.”

23

LIKE THE DEVIL

“I’m surprised to hear from you again so soon,” Coy said two days later. “You must really have a lot of time on your hands.”

“Hardly,” he said. Though it was a lie because he had more time than he’d had in years.

“Zac is in the house with Angel, but I can go get them.”

“Are you on the beach in front of the fire by yourself?” he asked. Spencer loved doing that at Coy’s house.

The two of them chilling in front of the flames, the sky dark, the sounds of the water lapping close by.

“Not on the beach,” he said. “On the lower deck with the firepit.”

“Still sounds good. Did you have a long day that you’re by yourself there and not with your wife?”

“She’ll be out soon. Zac wouldn’t go down and when I offered to do it, she said I make it worse.”

He laughed. “Because you play with him more than my sister does.”

“Not true. She does too, but just not the same things. Zac likes Daddy and me time.”

The smile filled his face. “I bet he does.”

“Do you need best friend time?” Coy asked, the humor riding high.

“Maybe,” he said.

“It sounds it. Tell me what’s going on. Is it the work? The job?”

“Yes and no,” he said. He had to figure out what to say.

They’d said this would be a secret, but London had told her sister. Coy was the closest thing he had to a brother. And someone who had kind of been in his shoes.

If anyone would understand what he was struggling with it was his brother-in-law.

“I’m all ears.”

“The work is great. I’m busy. Still a lot to learn, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“I don’t think anyone doubted it.”

“I’m not sure how to say this without coming right out with it. We’ve got this vendor. London Westerly. She’s West’s first cousin. Kind of one of those business partnerships more than a vendor. She and her twin are consultants.”

“Okay,” Coy said.

“She’s getting under every single one of my nerves.”