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As she pulled my head down for a kiss, I surged forward, filling her with one thrust. I drove deep, never taking my mouth from hers, even as she lifted her hips to meet me. We moved together as if we’d done this a million times, but it still felt as exciting as the first. The way we fit, how her body responded to mine. As we both found our pleasure together, one word echoed through my mind.
Love.
FORTY-NINE
LONDON
I must have fallenasleep after Spencer and I had sex, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up at eight-thirty to the smell of bacon.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I made my way downstairs. The sight that greeted me was unexpected. Spencer stood at the stove, flipping bacon in a pan while chatting with my parents. They were all laughing and having a good time, and it felt like they had been friends for years.
“Good morning,” I said, walking into the kitchen.
“Good morning, love,” Spencer said, smiling at me. “I hope you’re hungry. I made breakfast.”
“I am,” I said, smiling back at him. “And it smells amazing.”
“It does,” my mom added. “Spencer has been telling us about his life in England and how he’s been trying to modernize his family’s approach to things. He’s quite the interesting young man.”
“We’re happy to hear that he’s serious about you and the baby,” my dad said, nodding in agreement. “We want what’s best for you.”
I sat down at the table and took a deep breath, grateful for their support. It was a surreal moment, but I was ready to face whatever came next.
We spent the day in San Ramon making some important decisions, including flying back to New York the next day. Spencer had wanted me to take all the time I needed, but now my foot was completely healed, I was eager to get back on stage. By flying in on a Saturday, I’d have Sunday and Monday to adjust before Tuesday’s performance.
We arrived in New York via a private plane in the afternoon and headed straight to my apartment. After settling in, we had a few calls to make when the doorbell rang.
“Hold on, Maggie,” I said, taking my phone off my ear. “I think that might be someone at the door.”
I walked over and hit the intercom button. “Hello?”
“Miss McCrae,” the doorman’s voice came through, sounding annoyed. “I have two women down here that want to speak with you.”
“Not with her,” a sharp female voice chimed in, not as clear but still recognizable. “I need to speak with my grandson.”
It was Spencer’s grandmother.
I sighed and hit the intercom button again. “Let them up,” I said with resignation.
“Is someone here?” Spencer asked, coming out of the kitchen.
“Your grandmother,” I replied.
Spencer’s eyebrows raised. “Bloody hell.”
“I’m not sure why we’re surprised,” I said with a sigh. “She’s not exactly the type to let things go when they don’t go her way.”
“No,” Spencer agreed. “She’s not.”
When I opened the door a minute later, however, Opal wasn’t alone.
“Mum?” Spencer said, surprised.
Eloise’s face was pale and drawn, with dark circles under her eyes more pronounced than the last time I saw her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Opal beat her to it.
“I see your manners are every bit as lacking as I would expect from a Scottish American,” Opal sniffed.
I managed a tight smile. “Won’t you both come in?”
