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“Where are you, sweetheart?”
The car pulls into Spencer’s apartment. “I’m at Spencer’s.”
“Is he home?
”
“No, he’s at work.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I frown. “Where are you?” “In London. I came in this morning. I want to talk to you.”
“Is Edward with you?”
“No.”
I think for a moment. Oh, who cares? I’ll just have the day off work. This is more important.
“Okay, Dad.”
“What’s the address?”
I give him the address while the boys both get out of the car and wait for me to finish my call. When I do, Wyatt opens the door.
“My father is on his way here.”
The boys exchange looks, and without another word they follow me into the elevator and up to Spencer’s floor.
They know that they’re supposed to stand outside my door at all times. I’ve always wanted the privacy, so I finish them early, and as long as they are around or close by, I don’t feel I need them with me twenty-four seven.
My father is different. He has no problem with eight sets of eyes on me at any given time.
We arrive at Spencer’s apartment’s floor, and they take their place on either side. “I’m not going to work today,” I tell them.
“Okay.” Wyatt nods.
I walk in and close the door behind me. I straighten up the cushions on the sofa and fold the throw that I had left out over the back of it. I walk into the kitchen and put the coffee cups from the dryer away. I check everything is neat and tidy, and then I run upstairs to get my shoes. I walk past a mirror in the hall and stop when I see myself.
My eyes are sunken. I look terrible.
“What a mess,” I whisper to the girl staring back at me. I quickly go into our bathroom and apply some makeup and lipstick. I grab my shoes and hear a knock downstairs. I quickly slip my shoes on and run downstairs to open the door in a rush.
A warm familiar face greets me. “Hi.”
My father smiles softly and leans in to kiss my cheek. He’s wearing his customary suit and tie. “Hello, dear.”
I hold my arm out. “Please, come in.”
He turns to his guards and nods. He eventually walks in and closes the door behind him, taking a good look around the expansive apartment.
I hold my hands out proudly. “This is Spencer’s place.”
“Very nice.” He nods, impressed. “Although, I’m here to see you, not Spencer’s apartment.”
I exhale, knowing I’m about to be lectured. “Would you like some tea?”
“That would be lovely.”
