Page 93 of Love In Hiding

Figures her sister would want a front row seat for this.

“Don’t play coy. You and Spencer are more than coworkers.”

“We like each other,” she said. “Friends. Isn’t that what you always told me to do with people I work with?”

“Do you sleep with people you work with?” her mother asked.

There was silence to that question. “What is it you want to know?”

“I just asked,” her mother said.

“So you want to know if Spencer and I have had sex?”

Her mother was laughing. Carolina Westerly would laugh even harder if she could see the flush on her oldest daughter’s face.

It was one thing she’d perfected. Not letting people see if she was embarrassed.

“Yep. But I also know my daughter and you wouldn’t do that unless you had feelings for someone.”

“Now you’re pushing it with the F word.”

Paris’s eyes popped out of her head thinking it was something else.

“Don’t be cute. Be honest with me.”

There didn’t seem to be a reason to lie at this point. “Yes. Just recently. He gets on my last nerve and then before I know it, everything is heightened for another reason.”

“I didn’t think you’d give in that easily. It must mean more than you want to let on.”

She sighed and put the phone on speaker. Might as well let her sister join this conversation now.

“Paris is in here too. She’ll give her input. Mom said I have feelings for Spencer or I wouldn’t have slept with him.”

“Oh, she’s feeling him,” Paris said. “She pushes his buttons, but they don’t pop easily.”

“Not around you,” she argued.

“Even better,” her mother said. “We know he has to annoy you. He’s too calm for your liking.”

She put her long legs out in front of her on the couch, crossed her ankles and got more comfortable for everyone to ride her ass.

She was used to it.

“He is. Or he skirts around with his fancy words rather than answering me directly.”

“I saw some of it,” her mother said. “Though it didn’t appear it bothered you that much. Maybe that is why I caught on so quickly. Your father didn’t believe me until I pointed that all out.”

“I’m assuming you’re going to tell him what you just found out?”

“I wouldn’t keep it a secret. Who else knows?”

“Just me,” Paris shouted. “I’m not sure how long she can keep it a secret with you knowing now.”

“Don’t tell Aunt Aileen,” she said. Her aunt would love it. Think it’s wonderful. Then would let everyone else know in her excitement.

She just wasn’t there yet.

She was lucky she was comfortable enough talking about it with her mother and sister right now.