Page 66 of Love In Hiding

They were smart and knew what they were getting themselves into.

Which didn’t explain why he was spending a beautiful mid-July Saturday morning working. He thought he was done with that shit for the foreseeable future.

Except he had no freaking life and just seeing the spark of one had him burying his head.

He went through a few more of the notes from the audit with London, shot her off an email and then shut his laptop to stretch his legs. He’d go back to it later if he got bored enough.

When his phone went off, he reached to pick it up, surprised to see London’s text.

I’m not working today and you shouldn’t be either.

The grin couldn’t be contained.

Got nothing else to do.

He watched the bubbles on the screen, then they stopped, and popped up again, stopped a second time.

Glad to know that he wasn’t the only one struggling with what to say or do around her.

Me neither. Want to be bored together?

No reason to text back, so he hit the button to call her.

“I’m never bored around you,” he said when she answered.

“It’s impossible to be. I haven’t been here long and I’ve been working. How about I get to play tourist today. Do you want to join me?”

He couldn’t remember if he’d ever done that. Probably not.

“Where is Paris?”

“She’s working. She’s boring like you. Said she needs to get her proposal done this weekend.”

“And you’re not helping? That’s not very sisterly of you.”

“I’ll help when she’s done, but there are parts where I’m more a hindrance. No reason for me to sit around the place sighing and driving her nuts. She hates working in her room and I’m not sitting in my room so that I don’t annoy her while she’s in the living room.”

“Take her away from me, Spencer!” Paris shouted in the background.

“Well, guess we know what your sister thinks. Does she know about last night?”

“Yes. Get some clothes on.”

“I’m dressed.” He looked down at his shorts and T-shirt, but he was barefoot. “Are you?”

“Not to go out. I’ll change and tell me where you want to meet.”

“I’ll come toward you,” he said. “We can figure out the rest. Sit tight.”

“Or I’ll start walking toward you. We can meet in the middle. See, just letting you know I’m not as rigid as you might think.”

He laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

His phone hit the couch next to him, then he walked to his room, pulled out a pair of tan flat-front shorts, changed his old T-shirt for a dark green one, one more fitted and showing off his body. London had eyed his chest enough when they were in the hotel room, so might as well give her something to think about.

He pulled out white ankle socks, then grabbed a pair of white sneakers to slip on, picked his phone and money clip up and was out the door.

Work was forgotten and his brain was buzzing with what to do for the day.