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“Yes, I want to have kids, but I've sworn off men. They're just too much hard work. I need stability.” Laura sighed.

Oh, woman, I can definitely put a baby in you.

Fuck, where did this idea even come from? I was almost forty, and I’d never thought about having more kids until now.

Truth was, I would gladly have another one with Laura. She would be a fantastic mother, not like Samantha …

But that also meant I would have to settle down with her.

“Can you imagine if you were pregnant with the Prime Minister’s baby? That would be the scandal of the century, and I bet he would be so overprotective. I can see it already.”

I didn’t hear what Laura said because they got out of the splash pool and walked away while I finished my drink.

Oh dear. The thought of getting Laura pregnant before the summer ended to ensure she would stay with us forever popped in my head and stuck there. Swirling and swirling around.

It was a good plan. Wasn’t it?

No, it was an arsehole move–my inner voice answered for me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Laura

Maja and the twin boys had a great time splashing in the water. When I’d come back from seeing Lucian off, Spencer was nowhere to be seen, and my friend, Sarah, didn't know where he’d gone either. I suspected he was angry with the fact I was hanging out with Lucian again. Not that he had any right to be.

My conversation with Sarah left me a little unsettled. I had always wanted to have children, but the idea of being pregnant by Spencer made absolutely no sense, especially when he’d been clear that he didn’t want commitment of any sort.

“I can’t believe that Spencer let you come with us. What did you tell him?” I whispered to Sarah an hour later when we were all getting inside the van.

I was in a way glad that we’d met at the school gates, because otherwise I would never share such private details about the PM with her. She was nice, and we were on friendly terms, but she could technically sell everything that I told her to the press, so I reminded myself not to be so forthcoming.

The boys who Sarah was looking after were called Samuel and Jack. They were currently whispering something in Maja’s ear, and she couldn’t stop giggling.

Today’s outing was a total success in Maja’s eyes. She was so happy when I told her that her dad wanted to spend the rest of the day with us and that he was back from Sweden.

“Nothing much, but I may have mentioned that MP Stearne had said several times he wanted to set up a meeting with him, maybe invite him over for dinner.” Sarah winked at me.

Maja didn’t have many friends as she tended to keep to herself, so this would be good for her. Sometimes I wondered if Spencer was pressuring her too much with all the extracurricular hobbies and tutoring.

“Lovely,” I said with a smile. When I glanced at the rearview mirror, I caught Spencer staring back at me with fire in his incredible blue eyes.

He had decided to sit near the driver who had come to pick us up, which wasn’t really done, to accommodate the extra people in the van.

I wanted him so much, but the situation was too complicated. I never saw things happening between us.

After the summer, I’d need to make a serious decision about my future with the Banks family because I didn’t think all of this tension was healthy. I was close with Maja, but maybe finding another job was the answer for everyone’s wellbeing.

Sarah and the boys stayed for a few hours, playing in the garden, and Maja asked her dad if they could come back on Saturday. I didn’t work weekends, but apparently Sarah did.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next weekend yet. I needed to check on Mum since she was getting treatment, so that would likely take up the majority of my day.

While Spencer hung out with everyone in the garden, I snuck upstairs to his bedroom to look for my lost knickers again. I had a feeling he’d been the one to take them and I would find them if it was the last thing I did. The idea of searching through his things, especially when I was sleeping in his bedroom while he was away, had not crossed my mind since the last time I’d snooped. But today, after our brief interaction, I started thinking about it again.

I slipped inside and glanced around, wondering where he would have hidden them.

First, I searched through his pillows and then I beat the quilt, but I got nothing. After going through the bedside cabinets, I looked under the bed from where I pulled out a pair of pink handcuffs with little hearts on the side. What the fuck? My face instantly heated, and warmth spread through my body. Why would he have these here? Of course, he must have had a woman here before, even though he said he normally saw them at the other place.

God, he was so gross … Well, no, he wasn’t. He was freaking hot, and I was already picturing him handcuffing me to the bed.

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