Page 4 of Kiss and Make Love

Are you alright? It’s one in the morning.

Im grat but why shirt and sweater vest?

You know I gave out my number for emergencies, right?

Big emergency. Might die if you dnt tell me.

Why sweater vests? I like them. My mom used to make me a vest for Christmas each year.

Aw prfect answer, Mr. Good Butt.

???

You shud wear less.

Are you sure you’re okay, Spencer? Where are you?

Jack’s Pub. The kareeokey is so bad. This guy’s killn sum Bon Jovi tho.

Have you been drinking, by chance?

Mayb. Y?

Do you need a ride home?

Nah. Bartendr said he drive me.

The bartender? You knowthis guy?

No, but he’s cute and no sweater vsts, so y not?

Spencer. Stay there. I’m coming to get you.

Gotta ride n he says im cute too. All good.

You are not getting in some random guy’s vehicle.

Not random, he’s Chad.

There’s no way his name is Chad. And there’s no way he’s taking you home.

Oh yes he is.

Oh no he’s not. I’ll be there in 15. Don’t move.

Spencer sat on the barstool, staring at her phone. Mr. Monroe was on his way to pick her up. Right now.

Oops.

Genuinely, she wanted to know why he always wore all those sweater vests. It drove her nuts not knowing what was underneath. Was he soft and cuddly or firm and muscular? Either way, she wouldn’t mind. Both were good with her.

Not that she really cared.

Not that anything could happen between them.

God. She should’ve stopped drinking an hour ago.

Maybe Becca was right. Spencer had a thing forBrett Monroe. She had it bad. And he was on his way to Jack’s Pub right this second to pick her up. Her fill of bad karaoke would have to be satisfied in the next ten minutes.

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