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“If he weren’t you wouldn’t have gotten this far.”

She plopped her head back on the couch and let out a long, loud groan. “I know. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Mess up you and Spencer? It’s been one date. A couple of dinners and two kisses. The first few dinners were more work related. I don’t understand.”

“No, mess up what we’ve got. West is putting a lot of faith in us. The last thing I need is him getting pissed that I’m slacking off. Or trying to hook up with his new attorney.”

“I don’t think West will feel that way,” Paris said. “He’s mellowed a lot. You know that.”

“We didn’t know him that well. We did when we were younger, but it’s not like we saw much of each other until the past few years. And we didn’t talk much either. Only Mom and Dad talk to Aunt Aileen. Everything we’ve known has been through them.”

“And we haven’t heard anything horrible. Mostly good things in the past. Go with your gut. Do what is right for you. You’re entitled to have a personal life. We both are. We’ve been lacking for years. Hell, even Mom is on our case.”

“Because we are thirty-one and she thought some of us would be married by now and have families. We aren’t her. Things are different.”

“It’s not like we are going to have that many kids.”

“Hell no,” she said, shivering. “I don’t know how she did it. We both want kids but not that.”

“No more than two for me,” Paris said.

“That’s my hope. Maybe I’ll get lucky and have multiples and get it over with in one shot. Either way, not on my radar right now. I’m lucky if I can get through this situation with Spencer.”

“That’s your problem. It’s not a situation.”

“I don’t know what it is. Which is smart that we both need to think on it more.”

“Don’t overthink it either,” Paris said. “Just go with it. You’re both busy. I’m assuming no one is supposed to know?”

“No. I told him you knew about the kiss this week. It’s hard to keep the fact that we went on a date together quiet now.”

“You could if you wanted to,” Paris said, laughing and nudging her leg with her foot. “You’ve done those things before.”

“But you always figure it out. I don’t have the energy to play those games anymore. For now, we are keeping it quiet. I don’t even know if I’ll see him again this weekend. We haven’t talked about it. He only left an hour ago.”

“And you’re not the clingy type,” Paris said. “He wouldn’t like that.”

“I wouldn’t like it ifhewere clingy.” London shrugged. “We left on good terms. We’ll see what the weekend brings.”

Paris tilted her head. “You want him to be as confused as you are, don’t you?”

She snorted and pressed a hand to her chest, mock offended. “Is that horrible of me?”

“It kind of is.” Paris grinned. “But also…very you.”

The question was... could Spencer handle that?

19

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT

Spencer ran his hand over his face, then his hair.

He wasn’t going to let last night be a mistake.

He wasn’t going down that path and overthinking everything to death.

They were two single grown adults with a heavy dose of attraction for each other.