Page 16 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

Angel started to laugh. “I’m willing to bet he has someone come to clean for him if he has a house like this.”

“He does,” Spencer said. “But only once a month I think. He’s pretty neat. Anyway, my suite is the largest. Yes, I’m boasting because that suite isn’t much smaller than my whole apartment in New York City. Then two rooms have a bathroom between them and then another bathroom in the hallway for that third room. My suite has a nice walk-in shower that could fit three people in it.”

“You’re bragging as if you’ve tried that,” she said and hoped to hell it hadn’t happened or that Coy wasn’t into that type of thing.

“Guess he wants a big family,” her mother said, looking at her.

She didn’t flinch or change her facial features.

She wanted kids someday, but she wanted to spend some time on her career too.

Kids were in her grand plan in the next few years.

Spencer shrugged. “We don’t talk about that shit. But considering how close he is to his family, I’d say yes. One of the rooms upstairs is for his niece and nephew when they stay.”

“He keeps them on another floor?” she asked.

“Now he does,” Spencer said. “He’s got a sitting area or something in his suite that they stayed in when they were younger.”

Which just went to prove how much planning he did for a family.

She hadn’t thought that far in advance other than it wasn’t in her plan anytime soon.

He was older than her. She wanted kids, but her careerhadto come first. She’d spent too much time and money on it.

And why was she even thinking of that stuff? It had no place in her brain at this point.

If her career was first, that was exactly what she was going to focus on.

“Where do you want all this food?” she asked. Her father carried most of the bags in, but she had the dessert they picked up.

“Dad already set it on the counter,” Spencer said. “If you were paying attention. Tell me what you need and I’ll find it, or you can look around for what you want.”

“I don’t feel right doing that,” her mother said.

“Consider it my place,” Spencer said.

Her parents were unloading their bags. They’d picked up steaks to grill and were going to make a pasta and potato salad. Easy things. Angel grabbed dessert from a bakery when her parents were at the grocery store.

She opened the fridge and put the yellow cake with strawberry and cream filling in there.

Lots of healthy foods in here, some beer, and a lot of water.

She didn’t think Coy was boring, but he almost looked it by the contents of his fridge.

Did she fall in love with a guy by his looks alone? Where were his chips and salsa? How about chocolate?

Good lord, what was she supposed to eat if she came over? Fruit? Blah. Not for a snack.

When no one was looking she opened his freezer, there was at least a container of ice cream. Vanilla.

Urgh. Boring!

“Are the pans in the pantry over there?” she asked.

“I think there are some in there,” Spencer said. “Some of the bigger ones.”

Angel opened the pantry door and almost sighed in relief when she saw a bunch of snacks on one side. Chips and pretzels. A container of peanut butter M&Ms. Jackpot. But why the heck was it in the pantry like this? She’d have it on the counter where she could stick her hand in it every time she walked by.

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