Page 85 of Love In Hiding

She, Paris and Spencer were on their way to Gainesville and would be home on Friday night. Just two nights there, and arriving back at JKF late.

She hadn’t seen him alone once in the past week.

Or not what she would have liked.

Maybe it was for the best since it wasn’t the best time of the month for her. She was grouchier than normal per her sister and she knew damn well if she were alone with Spencer, she’d want to rip his clothes off.

So, the fact that the first time an opportunity arose her sister was tagging along sucked the big one.

“It was last minute for me,” he said. “Hopefully, it’s not as bad as the last place.”

“It won’t stink,” Paris said. “And we get to see Mom and Dad tomorrow night.”

“What?” he asked, turning to look at her.

“Sorry. We are about two hours from them, so we aregoing to meet halfway. Or Paris and I are. You don’t have to go with us.”

His frown said that maybe he was hurt he wasn’t included. Or maybe not. She could never get a good enough read on his thoughts.

It wasn’t as if she was excluding him on purpose. Everything was happening so fast.

“It’s fine. You can go see your parents.”

“No,” Paris said. “You’re going too, Spencer.” The smirk from her sister said that there might not be any way out of this for Spencer. “My parents want to meet you.”

He lifted his eyebrow at London. “I didn’t say anything. Paris is the only one who knows.” She leaned closer to his ear. “And she doesn’t know everything.”

All he did was nod his head. She didn’t know what else she wanted out of him. Didn’t seem as if they were going to get an opportunity to chat all that much. He was sitting by the window in the plane, her next to him, and Paris on the end.

The flight would be close to five hours with one stop and they were taking off early enough that she was up in the darkness, and not happy about it.

She covered a yawn and stretched her arms.

“Tired?”

“Yeah. I don’t enjoy getting up at three.” They had to leave by three thirty to get to the airport around four and check in for their flight leaving just before six.

“We’ll get to the office before one,” Paris said. “That gives us a few hours to get work done.”

“I hate getting back so late on Friday, but I get it. No signs of traveling for me for a few months. What about you, Spencer?”

“These were the two that I was told about for now.”

“We are used to being on the road,” Paris said. “Well, I’m wrong. Not this much. The idea of going to New York was to get more local clients.”

“How is that going?” he asked.

“I’m ready to have a contract looked over,” Paris said. “That dinner a little over a week ago sold them. Just waiting to get approval. I’ve got a few more lined up.”

“It’s easier for her,” she said. “More places have HR issues or need to get personnel squared away. Me, I’m in plants and there aren’t that many in the city.”

She knew that going in but was fine with it. Once she did these trips, the rest was follow-up, calls or emails could be weeks to months.

“But you get a sexy attorney to travel with you,” Paris said.

“Hey, don’t make comments like that about my—” The word jammed in her throat as her brain slammed on the brakes so hard she almost bit her tongue.

What the hell was she thinking?