Some nights I stay with Spencer in town, and other nights he stays out at the farmhouse with me. We haven’t spent a single night apart in the last week, which has been amazing, and also a little terrifying. But it’s the only time we really get alone together, since we’re both so busy.
Even at night, Spencer’s phone is always going off with a call or text. But I think when it comes to me versus the town and all its needy residents, I’m winning.
Last night, when Jerry called, Spencer answered with “Fuck off” and then got back in bed and wrapped himself around me like we’d been doing it for years.
It ended up being a very good night, speaking as the sole object of Spencer’s attentions.
“That looks like the smile of someone who’s been banging a whole lot lately.”
I spin in the direction of the voice at the door. “You’re back!” Jumping out of the chair, I meet Daphne in the center of the room for a hug.
“I’m sorry for the radio silence. I lost my charger like as soon as I arrived, and then the job was really busy and lame, it was a whole thing.”
“What were you doing?”
She waves a hand. “Just office work for this big company. The regular employee had to have surgery, so he was off for a few weeks. Come. Sit. Tell me everything I missed with the mission and Spencer, and how long have you been sleeping together? Do not leave out details.”
I will definitely leave out details.
We sit in the squeaky chairs next to the whiteboard, and I tell her about the dance class, and how Graham didn’t show up, but it all worked out okay in the end, and about Audrey and how she’s staying in Surrender with me for the foreseeable future.
“Wow, Princess Vespa grows a spine. Good for her. No word from your mom?”
My stomach twists. “Not more than usual. It’s been quiet on that front.” Too quiet.
“And?”
“And what?”
“You haven’t said a word about Spencer! Is he terrible in bed? I knew it.”
I laugh and shove her knee. “He is not terrible in bed.”
“Ugh.” Her head falls back. “I am so jealous. Not of Spencer, just of not-terrible sex. I knew you and Spencer would hook up. Did I tell you about how he called me one night, all worried about you when you were here working? He was basically crying about you.”
“I doubt he was crying.”
She crosses her legs. “Well, I couldn’t see him, but I’m sure there were tears.”
A thought that has been prickling at me surfaces. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?”
“What? Crying?”
“No, Spencer and I, dating.”
She straightens. “No. Why would it be?”
“He mentioned before that there might be some concerns since he’s the attorney administering Beverly’s will and I’m his client and there is a whole possible ethical dilemma or whatever, but we haven’t really talked about it since before . . .”
She grins. “Before you started boning?”
I sigh. “Yes, that.”
“And now he’s too addled with lust to be worrying about himself.”
“I don’t know. Probably. But someone has to worry about him.”
She taps a finger on the armrest. “I have a wild idea. Why don’t you just talk to him?”
