Page 10 of Falling for the CEO

"Spencer Whitley," he said. "And nice to meet you, Penny."

My stomach rumbled. "Right. Need to go home and prep dinner. Otherwise, I'll starve."

He flashed me a smile, and it was dazzling. "I'll see you around, Penny. I hope Grandmother didn't drive you too crazy."

I frowned. "What do you mean? She was perfectly nice."

"Uh-huh."

"You sound like you don't believe me." Jeannie Whitley had seemed lovely, honestly. “I'd had a hard time getting Becky to go back into the house. Your grandmother patted Becky's head, talking to her. And then she turned her attention to me.”

"Communication was always her forte."

"She probably got my whole life story in about two minutes." And yet she didn’t mention that Spencer was a single father.

There was a triumphant glint in Spencer's eyes.

"What?" I asked. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was having two conversations—one with me and one in his head. I wanted to be part of the latter. Clearly, it involved me too, not just his grandmother.

"Never mind. Trust me, it's too complex to explain it to you in the baby food aisle."

“It’s funny. She mentioned stuff about your family but not much about you. I didn't even realize you had a son."

To my astonishment, he laughed. Good to know hecouldlaugh. It sounded so damn sexy. I couldn't believe he’d switched so fast from morose to amused.

"My grandmother works in mysterious ways." He flashed me a smile.

My pulse accelerated. I could feel it vibrate through my neck and ears and even between my thighs. Good lord. I glanced down at my cart, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I hoped he couldn’t tell that I was a hot mess right now.

"Do you need to buy anything else?" he asked.

"No, I wanted something more for dinner, but they told me I can't find it here.”

“They're not very well stocked. I'm not sure why they even call themselves a grocery store. They appear to only have a few overpriced salads and herbs."

I glanced back up. "Oh, I thought it was just me.”

“I'm going to find something better, but this was the closest store.”

“At least they have baby food," I said.

My stomach rumbled loudly. He gave me another smile. "I don't want to keep you from your dinner. I still need some time figuring out which formula is best.”

“Sure.”

“I'll see you around."

"Have a great evening, Spencer."

That triumphant glint was back in his eyes. What was his deal? I really wanted to know, but I had no idea how to ask without sounding like I wasn’t minding my own business.

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