Page 8 of Guilty As Charged
“For you.” He winks at me, and I have to turn around and start packing again to distract myself.
While I pack my clothes and toiletries, I show Spencer what items I want to take with me so I have things to work on. A little while after that, I hear a knock at the door and flinch.
Spencer is immediately by my side. “It’s okay, I’m here. Whoever it is would have to get through me first.” He places his hand gently against my back, and I relax.
“Good thing for me, because I don’t think that would be an easy feat.”
"Especially when I’ve got someone worth protecting." He walks over to the door, and this time when he opens it, there’s a man in slacks and a buttoned-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He’s got lots of tattoos, and he's built broader than Spencer. He might not be as tall by an inch or two, which isn't saying much. It still puts the man well over six feet.
"Spencer," he greets before giving me a chin nod. "What you got for me?"
“Laptop,” Spencer says and hands it over to the guy. “I need your phone too, babe.”
I momentarily pause, wondering if I heard Spencer correctly. Did he call me babe? It might be a name he uses as endearment, but I can’t see Spencer calling random women babe. He’s not the type, but what do I know? I’m shit at thinking I know a person.
“Oh yeah, right.” I grab it out of my purse and hand it over to Taylor.
“I’ll see what I come up with and let you know tomorrow. Unless something big pops off.”
“I appreciate it,” Spencer says.
“Anything else?” Taylor asks, his eyes bouncing between the two of us.
“That should do it.” Spencer looks at me, and I nod.
Taylor lingers in the doorway. “Is this why Scout cut out early?”
“I told her she could leave early if she wanted. Why?”
Now I’m watching the two of them. I’m missing something, but I’m not sure what it is.
“No reason. I’ll be in contact.” Taylor steps back before disappearing out of sight, and Spencer lets the door fall closed.
“Are you okay?” he asks when he turns to face me.
“Better than I was this morning.”
“I’ll get you a new one,” Spencer says.
“A new what?” I’m not sure what he’s talking about.
“A new phone.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. You’ve done too much, and I don’t need it for anything, really.” I’ve isolated myself so much that all I’ve been using it for since I deleted my social media is ordering groceries.
“It’s fine, I’ll get you one.”
“You’re going to make me feel bad. You already paid a hundred bucks to make the daisies disappear.” At the mention of the flowers, Spencer clenches his fists at his sides.
“It’s nothing,” he says and comes over to me.
“It’s not nothing.” Right now, it means everything to me.
“I’m saying that a hundred bucks is nothing to me. I’m not telling you to be cocky or brag, I only want you to know so that it doesn’t bother you.”
This man can’t be real.
“Thank—”
