Page 218 of Dream Girl
“Great as usual.” Rami melted into her arms.
She looked around. “Please tell me that you’re not here alone.”
“Spencer’s getting me. He had a late meeting.” Honestly, I was glad for the break. I’d only been in the hospital overnight, but the guys had been smothering me. Sadly, we couldn’t prove that Caroline pushed me.
It wouldn’t surprise me if she did.
“I’m right here, Katie.” Spencer walked in looking debonair, phone in his hand. “Sorry, my good doctor. My meeting went long.”
“It’s fine.” Giddiness bubbled up inside me. While we hadn’t kissed again, he’d been very attentive, bringing me treats, playing games with me, making me a cheat sheetof terms so that I’d feel more comfortable when I started work.
He offered his arm, and I took it.
“Goodnight! Thanks again for introducing me to everyone.” I waved, and we left.
“Do you want to go home or would you like to do something?” Spencer asked as we left the library and went onto the street.
“More potato balls?” I asked, recalling our post-science dinner snack.
“I was thinking more like a drink at a rooftop bar? Selfishly, I wanted to spend a little time with you alone. Wes and Evan have been plastered to your side since you got out of the hospital.” His look went wistful.
“That sounds great. It’s nice just to be out and about. Even if this boot is clunky.” I kicked out my foot, showing off myglamorous removable walking cast. The wrist splint wasn’t much better.
My phone buzzed.
Wes
How was it?
Me
Fine. Do you need me to rush back? Spencer wants to take me out.
I wanted to check, just in case someone had planned something special. Yesterday, Riley had come over with bubble tea and a new video game.
Wes
Have fun. Love you.
Me
Love you, too.
We walked down the street to a hotel and took the elevator all the way up to the roof. The air was crisp still, but heat lamps and little lights greeted us as people chatted at small tables or around fireplaces. There was a long bar with more lights. It was both cozy and sophisticated.
Spencer led me to a small fire pit. We took a seat together on a free couch.
“Is this okay?” he asked me, getting close.
“Perfect.” My heart skipped a beat. Was this adate?
We ordered drinks. A merlot for him, a whiskey smash for me.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Hi, Darling.”
“Hi, Spencer.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, the action feelingright.“Is this okay?”
“Perfect.” He put an arm around me. “How did the meeting actually go?”
