Page 96 of Marrying Off My Husband

“What exactly did you say to her to make her think that?” I asked, my tone a little accusatory. I’d found with Spencer, that if I acted a little icy, he’d spill the beans to me. And I needed him to tell me everything so I could fix things.

“I didn’t say anything,” he shot back, his voice going an octave higher as he tried to defend himself. “Maybe you said something.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, really? Maybe it’s all your…isn’t Spencer so cute? Isn’t Spencer so nice?” He morphed his voice into his best impression of my Southern drawl, failing miserably.

“First, I sound nothing like that. And second, no. That’s girls talking about boys. That’s normal.”

“Maybe she doesn’t think it’s normal when the girl she’s talking to is married to the boy she’s talking about.” He shot me a wide-eyed glance.

“Well, I set her straight on that, but now it’s your turn. Now, Spencer, you have just got to show your interest a little more. Hold her hand. Kiss her.”

He heaved a sigh. “Yes, I’m working up to it. Her cold threw me off, that’s all.”

“I expect this to be handled on your next date or I will be highly disappointed.” I eyed him for a moment, with his arms crossed as he leaned against my vanity, I could tell he was still unsure. “Do you not like her? Do I need to be looking for someone else?”

“No!” he practically shouted at me, a flicker of what looked almost like fear dancing in his eyes.

His adamant reaction told me everything I needed to know. Spencer Whitaker was falling in love with Eve Dawson. Now, he just needed some encouragement to take things to the next level.

“All right. Just asking. Because if this isn’t the love connection you were looking for…”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

“We?” I asked coyly. “Well, that’s a start.”

He shrugged. “I guess I kind of see us as a couple. I don’t know.”

I grinned at him. “Good. Now. make her think that, and we’ll be all set. And make sure she doesn’t think you and I are going to get together.”

“I can’t understand why she’d think that. I didn’t even mention you that night. Oh, wait, I did. I said you hated Mystic Realms.”

“I don’t hate it. I just don’t like it,” I retorted, my eyebrows pinching as I tried to figure out how Eve had come to that conclusion.

After a moment, I curled my fingers into fists, one of them pounding against my marble vanity top. “I know who did this.”

My nostrils flared as my lips tugged into a frown. “That darned sister of hers.”

Natural color rose into my rouge-enhanced cheeks as my anger boiled over. “That minx. She wants you all to herself, that’s why she did it. Ohhhh, I could smash her.”

“Audrey?”

I snapped my gaze to him. “Yes, Audrey.”

Concern etched Spencer’s features. “I can see why you don’t like her. I don’t either.”

“Good. Audrey Dawson is becoming a problem.” I grabbed my purse and glanced at my watch. “I may be late for my date.”

“You still have plenty of time,” Spencer said. “The restaurant is only ten minutes away.”

“But I have to make another stop first.” I stormed to the door.

“Wait, what? Where?” Spencer hurried behind me, his voice filled with concern.

“Audrey Dawson’s. She’s a problem, and I mean to fix it.”

“Wait, Lou,” he called as I ripped open the front door and stomped my way across the driveway to my sports car.

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