Page 2 of Marrying Off My Husband

With a sigh, I dug my phone from my purse and speed-dialed my therapist.

“Hello, Louise,” his tired voice answered after the second ring.

“Hi, Dr. Ellis,” I said, the pout in my voice as obvious as the one tugging at my lips. “I feel a depression coming on.”

The sound of the phone moving around on his end crackled in my ears as I waited for his response. “And what’s come up that’s made you feel this way?”

I sighed, fluttering my lips as I stared down at my drink. “I’ve started looking for someone for Spencer. Someone who can make him happy once…you know. I mean, I told you about us.”

“Yes, I remember. And what did we talk about when you said this?”

“That it was controlling.”

“That’s not all I said.”

“You said it was thoughtful, but I didn’t need to feel responsible for his happiness, but it’s not so much responsibleas…I just…he’s such a great guy, and he deserves someone to make him happy.” I propped my forehead up with my hand as I waited for his response.

“And it’s perfectly fine for you to want him to be happy, very touching. But not your responsibility.”

I rolled my eyes at the words. “Okay, well, responsibility or not…I’m looking for someone and…I just…am not finding anyone. It’s depressing.”

Dr. Ellis heaved a sigh. “Well, I don’t think you should be so hard on yourself. Remember, Louise, things may not work out, even if you want them too. A lot of this is going to be up to Spencer.”

“But…Spencer is so…backward. He’s gonna need a push.”

“And as his friend, it’s okay for you to encourage him, but you can’t force him to fall in love, Louise.”

I inhaled deeply, pressing my lips together.

“Say it, Louise. I want to hear you say the words.”

I glanced up at the ceiling, biting my lower lip before I forced them from my mouth. “I can’t force him to fall in love.”

“Good. Now, try to enjoy your evening. Don’t force things. There is no reason to get depressed over this.”

“Right. Thank you, Dr. Ellis.” I pulled the phone from my ear and frowned at it as I ended the call.

“I can’t force him to fall in love,” I repeated, my tone mocking. “Okay, watch me.”

I propped my elbow on the bar, eyeing myself in the mirror behind the bottles stacked to the ceiling. “I am going to find the perfect woman for you, Spencer Whitaker. And you are going to fall head over heels in love with her and live happily ever after even if it kills me.”

“Hey, Lou-Lou. What are you doing until it kills you?”

Spencer’s voice startled me, and I sat straighter, my eyes going wide as they slid sideways to find him leaning against the bar.

I plastered a smile across my features. “Well, hi there, husband.”

He grinned at me. Oh, how I needed to find someone who would appreciate that sweet, preppy smile. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She’d need to be sharp, too, because nothing got past Spencer.

“Why don’t we discuss it over a bottle of merlot and some dinner?”

He offered me his arm, his eyes narrowing. He was on to me, and he wasn’t going to forget his question. With other men, I could use my…feminine wiles to make them forget which way was up, but not with Spencer. That man was shrewd as could be.

We approached the maître d’ and were seated in an instant at one of the best tables in the club. Having money makes life easy, and we both had lots of it.

I only had mine thanks to Spencer, though. I wouldn’t have gotten my inheritance had we not gotten married. I owed him for that alone.

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