Page 59 of Love In Hiding

She straightened and walked to her chair, returned to her seat and waited for him to say the next word.

“We might be at a standstill.”

“No, we aren’t. Because you’re going to go back and think this to death, analyze every side and possibility, and realize that I did what you wanted all along. Even taking the guilt away by not kissing you during working hours.”

And that was how you get the last word in!

17

TESTING HIM

Somehow Spencer was changing to meet London out for dinner and he wasn’t sure how the hell it happened.

They were going to meet up at a place she suggested. Somewhere he’d never been before, but he was open for anything.

With tan pants on, a pair of casual white sneakers and a blue short-sleeved Henley shirt, he grabbed his phone and his money clip, shoved them in his pocket and left. It was only a few blocks.

Eight minutes later, he turned the corner and saw London coming out of a building, then jogged to catch up with her.

“Hey,” he said. “You live there?”

“I do. With Paris.”

“Is she home tonight?”

“Nope. She’s actually out to dinner with a potential client.”

“Ah, so you didn’t want to sit home alone and that is why you agreed to dinner tonight?”

“I agreed because you asked,” she said, skirting around people.

“I didn’t feel as if I had a choice with the way you dropped the gauntlet down on me.”

She tilted her head and grinned, light brown hair, almost more blonde now with the sun on it, flowing behind her in the breeze. And damn if that didn’t hit him harder than it should.

She’d changed too. A tan denim skirt that hit way higher on her thighs than his sanity appreciated. Brown sandals. A green V-neck shirt that hugged her body far more than he hoped it would.

If she was testing him, she was acing it.

But she’d been doing that since the minute he met her.

“We needed it to get to this point,” she said. “Time to see how it goes when we don’t feel trapped in a stinky little town with one sad corner store.”

“That’s definitely not here.”

She looped her arm through his and pulled him through the door of the restaurant she suggested. This wasn’t the same woman who made his skin itch after one of her verbal tirades.

This woman? She was fun. Magnetic.

Someone he might have asked out on an actual date if he’d met her anywhere other than in the middle of a professional minefield.

But wasn’t that what she was trying to prove?

Or maybe he needed to prove it to himself.

They were seated quickly, their drinks ordered just as fast when the menus were set down.

“So,” she said. “Did you try to talk yourself out of this before you left?”