Page 120 of Marrying Off My Husband

I plowed into his office, finding his desk chair empty. My head tilted at the odd sight. If I couldn’t find Spencer working, where was he?

I tried his bedroom, searching his closet, and even the en-suite, but no Spencer. “Now, where in the world are you, darlin’?”

As I glanced out his window, the corners of my lips turned up. I spotted Spencer on the beach, his hands shoved into his hoodie as he stared at the water. “There you are.”

I couldn’t think of a better place to reveal the news as I made my way down to the pool, kicked off my shoes and took the boardwalk down toward the water.

My bare feet sank into the sand as I approached him. He seemed lost in thought, unable to hear or see anything beyond his own thoughts.

“There you are. I never expected to find you on the beach,” I said with a grin as I sidled next to him.

The soft sea breeze rustled my hair as the waves crashed against the sand in front of us.

“Hey, yeah, just…thinking.”

“About your game?” I asked. I’d never known Spencer to venture outdoors when thinking, but maybe he’d hit a snag in his sequel. This didn’t seem to be his usual work stress.

He hesitated, a clear signal he was wrestling with more than just game design. “Uh, no, not exactly.”

My eyebrows lifted. “Were you thinking about Eve?”

He shifted his weight, appearing uncomfortable with me mentioning her. “No, it’s the game, but not…I just…never mind, why were you looking for me?”

“I have some news.”

“Oh, okay. If this is about how you need more closet space…”

“Well, I do,” I answered, “but that’s no longer your problem.”

He furrowed his brow. Sometimes I loved how innocent he was. I raised my left hand in the air, my giant ring sparkling in the sun. “I’m engaged!”

His eyes went wide, and for a second, I thought he was upset rather than happy for me. “To Theo?”

“Who else, darlin’? Of course, to Theo. Aren’t you happy for me?”

“Well, uh…yeah, of course, I am,” he answered, still seeming less-than-enthused.

After as second, he reached for me, wrapping me in a hug. “I’m so happy for you, Lou. Really. I’m glad you found the right man for you.”

“Oh, I did, I did. I couldn’t be happier. I’ve already started planning the wedding.” I winced as I raised my eyes to his. “Which means…”

“We need a divorce.” He bobbed his head as he swept his gaze over the sea again. “I’ll call my attorney right away and have the papers drawn up.”

I grinned at him. “Most amicable divorce in history.”

“Yeah, definitely.” He offered me a soft smile. “Well, I’m really happy for you. Are you sure he’s the one?”

“Definitely,” I said with a nod. “Theo is my one and only.”

“Good,” he answered, going quiet for a few moments as the surf pounded in front of us, inching toward us as the tide rolled in. “So, uh, how did you know?”

“Know what, sugar?”

“That he was the one? How did you know? How are you sure?”

My lips curled into a devilish smile. Sweet Spencer wanted to stack his experience up to mine. I figured he must have been out here trying to determine the same thing about Eve, but his lack of confidence probably clouded his judgement.

“Well,” I answered as I sucked in a breath, “I think you just know. You know? Trust your gut feeling. How do you feel around this person? How do they make you feel? Do they make you laugh? Are you comfortable with them? Do you have an easy time when you’re together talking and such. That sort of thing.”

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