Page 44 of Love In Hiding

“I don’t think that at all.”

It was the velvety way his voice slid over her body with those words. Telling her they were off the clock. She wasn’t sure if he meant to let it slip.

She gulped the rest of her glass down. His beer was almost gone too.

“Do you want another?” she asked. “There are two left.”

“One more. I shouldn’t, but maybe it will help me sleep better tonight.”

“So it wasn’t just me tossing and turning.”

“No,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

She stood up and reached for his glass, then walked inside the hotel room. The blast of cold air from the AC wasn’t strong enough to cool the internal heat that being in Spencer’s presence caused.

She opened the second bottle of wine and only poured half a glass. It’s not like she was going to bring the unopened bottle on the plane with her, so might as well try it since he bought it. Reds weren’t her preference, but she’d like to get some sleep tonight also.

He opened the door for her before she got there; she handed over his glass and took a seat. She had to scoot her chair closer to get the sun out of her eyes. Right now their arms were almost touching, but it was fine.

He was nicer than she thought he’d be.

More her type in this kind of environment.

But tomorrow would roll around and they’d be back at work and rubbing each other the wrong way.

“Back to me,” she said, clearing her throat. “It took time to get started and here we are. There is so much on the line. I’m sure you know that.”

“I do. I feel the same. Not because I don’t want anyone to think I got an extra nudge to get this job.”

“And we both know it’s probably true but no more than what we’ve got. And anyone who knows West knows we wouldn’t have gotten this far if we didn’t have what it takes.”

“I keep trying to tell myself that, but then say I shouldn’t care what anyone thinks,” he said.

“We all say that but know it’s not true. Just like I’m sure you loved proving to Ryker you could land on your feet.”

He laughed. The smile softened his features, the growth of beard on him since they arrived just another appealing fact. He’d forgotten his razor and just said screw it. She was good with that also.

She wondered if he did it on purpose so that the men in the plant didn’t think he was some stuck-up attorney coming in and throwing his weight around.

The same reason they had jeans on today while working. It made no sense to dress formal.

“I didn’t tell him where I was going.”

“You didn’t?” she said, her eyes wide. “I would have rubbed it in his face.”

“We aren’t the same people.”

“We aren’t. But I’m sure he knows now.”

“One hundred percent.”

Yeah, she didn’t think she could do that. She’d have to almost smear it in the guy’s face.

Guess that made Spencer a better person than her.

She drank more of her wine. Between the setting sun, the alcohol, and a full belly, she was relaxing much more than last night.

Preparing herself for seeing him shirtless again.