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“No, that’s okay. Don’t let your food get cold. I’ll be right back.”

Her food is cold by the time she gets back.

We manage to make it through the dinner and the toasts uneventfully. The sun has set, stars almost visible in the deep blue sky, and a cool breeze is starting to roll off the water. At the first sign of a shiver from Macy, I insist we go inside.

I walk her inside and toward the stairs. “I’ll meet you back up in the room in a minute, I just need to check on something,” I say.

“Okay,” she says with a small smile. She looks tired. I want to give her a hug.

I watch her walk up the steps, feeling like I should be with her. But I’ll be quick. I need to find Walter, that little vested cherub of a man.

It only takes me a few minutes to find Walter, and after a short detour through the kitchen with a few snacks in hand, I race up the stairs back to our room.

Our room.

But she’s not in our room. Macy’s standing outside our door, Spencer standing over her, hand on the wall caging her in.

“I made sure you were in the room next to me so we could talk about reconciling if you were done being silly, but you bring him here? Of all people? Are you trying to embarrass me?” he hisses in her ear.

“Embarrass you? What do you mean?”

She looks so small, looking up at him. Her voice soft. Meek.

Forget punching him in the dick. I might unalive him.

“How long has this been going on?” he continues. “Were you messing around with him behind my back? All this time?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Seems pretty sketchy to me, you bringing him here to my parents’ house. It’s only been a couple weeks.”

“Oh, there you are, love.” I stride over to Macy, taking her hand. It’s shaking. “Spence. How you been, bro?”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me from under straight brows.

“Oh shit!” I put my hand to my chest. “Is your room next to ours? Fantastic. We’ll try to keep it down.” I wink at him, my smirk involuntarily growing as his scowl deepens.

Then I whisk Macy into the room and shut the door, leaving him out in the hall.

CHAPTER 7

MACY

My mind keeps wandering to the look on Spencer’s face, and I forget I’m brushing my teeth.

Did I brush the back left side yet? Better do it again just to be sure.

He was mad. He was so mad when Wood closed the door on him after saying we’d try to keep it down.

Wood was implying we were going to have sex, right? Yes, of course that was the implication, Macy.

I wasn’t trying to make Spencer mad and or jealous by bringing Wood here. I just didn’t want to be the sad girl who just got dumped.

But did it feel good being on the arm of the hottest guy here tonight? Yes. And did it feel good watching Spencer’s jaw drop? Also yes.

Oh gosh darn it, I’m supposed to be brushing.

Leaving the bathroom, hair up, Garfield shirt on, teeth thoroughly brushed, I find Wood knelt on the floor again, laying out an extra blanket. It’s déjà vu from last night.

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