Page 52 of Marrying Off My Husband

“Well, text her now and make a plan.” I waved a finger at his phone before I reached for it.

He snatched it away. “I will do that…tomorrow.”

“Spencer…”

“I will do it. I promise.”

“And where will you take her?”

His fingers tightened on his phone. “Umm, I don’t know. Maybe–”

“Oh, sunset cruise. That’s a sure-fire kiss magnet.”

“No water,” he said with a shake of a head. “That’s a definite way to make sure wedon’tkiss.”

“What? Think of those beautiful views, the sea air–”

“Me puking over the side of the boat, and her totally disgusted.”

“Oh, right…your seasickness.”

He nodded at me as I wrinkled my nose. “I’ll think of something else.”

“You’d better think of something good. Make sure you run it past me, first.”

“You know…I think we’ll schedule a dinner with her while your date is going on. Then we can compare notes. How’s that?”

I grinned at him. “That’s perfect, Spence. Great idea.”

We spent another few minutes picking out the perfect restaurant for their third date, and I mentally cataloged what I’d need to buy for Eve to wear when we shopped for our trip home to Savannah.

Later that night, as I laid in bed, I chewed my lower lip, wondering what emotion had been flitting through Spencer’s eyes earlier this evening. He’s been uncomfortable about something. Had it been his growing feelings with Eve or something else?

My mind turned to my upcoming date. Poor Spencer. He had no idea that I already had a man in my life.

But that didn’t matter. I couldn’t admit that, or he’d quickly abandon his dating gambit.

It seemed his feelings for Eve were growing, but Spencer lacked enough confidence to act on them unless he was pushed. If I didn’t date, neither would he.

And I didn’t want that for either of them.

No, I’d need to keep dating. But I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression or make a connection I didn’t intend on fostering.

I grinned up at my ceiling. I had a good plan for that, though.

When Tuesday rolled around, I made sure I looked my best, donning one of my favorite dresses, heels, and my best red lipstick.

Spencer met me at the door, giving me a comical once-over.

“Well? Do I pass?”

“With flying colors. Henry is going to be very happy with this match.”

“Shouldn’t you be going to pick up Eve?”

“I have a few minutes,” he answered.

I checked my make-up one last time in the mirror, puckering my lips as I added a little more lipstick. “Where are you taking her?”

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