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said, finding herself at a strange loss for witty comebacks.
“No problem. So…about dinner.”
“You want to take me out. Tonight,” Spencer said, partially for her friends’ benefit. Nora squealed and clapped her hands.
“If you don’t have plans.”
“I don’t.” Spencer closed her eyes and screwed up her nose, trying to forget her earlier resolutions.
“I heard there’s a great Mexican restaurant close by.”
Spencer bit her lip at the adorableness. “This being Texas, I think we can find a taco or two.”
She hung up the phone then texted Liam her address and hit send. Done.
Nora let out another squeal as soon as it was safe. Rainey gushed with a barrage of questions. “What? Who was that? Is that a new phone? Who is he? Where are you going?”
Spencer held one hand up and the other hand went to her chest. Her heart beat like a kick drum. Hard and loud. “He’s someone I met at the Buchanans’.”
“This weekend?” Nora pressed for more information. “Was he the one who pushed you in?”
“No, that was Zach. This was the guy who…” Spencer relived the memory of being in the wet, warm arms of a tattooed stranger. “Caught me,” she finished.
“Let me guess,” Rainey started. “His name’s Teddy. Or Trey. Or Preston.”
Nora giggled. “And he’s a lawyer. The good kind, of course. Not the sleazy kind. Or he’s in banking. Or maybe a doctor?” She tilted her head at Rainey. “She’s dated a doctor a few times.”
“Brooks Brothers, J.Crew, and an Audi,” Rainey said, nodding.
“Golf club, Hamptons, and Episcopalian.” Nora kept the list going.
“Ivy league,” Rainey added.
“Or Old South. SEC. Emory? Vanderbilt?” Nora waited for Spencer’s confirmation.
Spencer shook her head, thinking of Liam’s tattoos, Kenny Rogers songs, and kissing. He didn’t kiss like a Brooks Brothers’ wearing, golf playing Yalie. “I’m not that predictable.” Spencer tried to protest, disliking how well her friends had pigeonholed her.
“No, no,” Rainey agreed. “Not predictable. It’s your type.”
“Your style,” Nora offered. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s what suits you.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. “The prince to your princess.”
“The trust to your fund. The country to your club,” Rainey mused. Spencer brushed a finger over the new phone, still covered by a thin piece of plastic film. Liam wasn’t at all her type. She had already determined that. But her heart hadn’t fluttered like that with the last Teddy, Trey, or Preston. No man had ever surprised her like this. And her face still hurt from the gigantic smile he’d put there.
Liam was like a black leather motorcycle jacket Spencer itched to try on. Just to see what it looked like.
…
Liam pulled up the expense report and stared at it. This would be a good job for an intern , he thought, but after Jared delivered the phone to Spencer without a hitch, he’d given him the rest of the day off. So now he was stuck deciphering spreadsheets from his last trip to Lubbock. When his desk phone rang, he was more than happy to stop inputting mileage and talk to whoever was on the other line. Angii (with two I’s), the new receptionist, reported that there was a doctor who wanted to talk to him about Troy Duncan.
“Is he hurt?” Liam asked.
“No.”
“Is he sick?”
“No, sir,” Angii replied. “She said it’s about a baby.”
“Whose baby?”
“Mr. Duncan’s, sir.”
Liam bit back a groan. When it came to professional athletes, babies came out of the woodwork like clockwork. But Troy Duncan?
It was one of the reasons he was excited to take on a self-professed virgin as a client. It’d save him a hell of a lot of time and trouble.
“Take a message.” He hung up and scowled at the spreadsheet. He didn’t like complications or spreadsheets.
Chapter Seven
Spencer ended her phone conversation when Rainey returned to the conference room with an
“No problem. So…about dinner.”
“You want to take me out. Tonight,” Spencer said, partially for her friends’ benefit. Nora squealed and clapped her hands.
“If you don’t have plans.”
“I don’t.” Spencer closed her eyes and screwed up her nose, trying to forget her earlier resolutions.
“I heard there’s a great Mexican restaurant close by.”
Spencer bit her lip at the adorableness. “This being Texas, I think we can find a taco or two.”
She hung up the phone then texted Liam her address and hit send. Done.
Nora let out another squeal as soon as it was safe. Rainey gushed with a barrage of questions. “What? Who was that? Is that a new phone? Who is he? Where are you going?”
Spencer held one hand up and the other hand went to her chest. Her heart beat like a kick drum. Hard and loud. “He’s someone I met at the Buchanans’.”
“This weekend?” Nora pressed for more information. “Was he the one who pushed you in?”
“No, that was Zach. This was the guy who…” Spencer relived the memory of being in the wet, warm arms of a tattooed stranger. “Caught me,” she finished.
“Let me guess,” Rainey started. “His name’s Teddy. Or Trey. Or Preston.”
Nora giggled. “And he’s a lawyer. The good kind, of course. Not the sleazy kind. Or he’s in banking. Or maybe a doctor?” She tilted her head at Rainey. “She’s dated a doctor a few times.”
“Brooks Brothers, J.Crew, and an Audi,” Rainey said, nodding.
“Golf club, Hamptons, and Episcopalian.” Nora kept the list going.
“Ivy league,” Rainey added.
“Or Old South. SEC. Emory? Vanderbilt?” Nora waited for Spencer’s confirmation.
Spencer shook her head, thinking of Liam’s tattoos, Kenny Rogers songs, and kissing. He didn’t kiss like a Brooks Brothers’ wearing, golf playing Yalie. “I’m not that predictable.” Spencer tried to protest, disliking how well her friends had pigeonholed her.
“No, no,” Rainey agreed. “Not predictable. It’s your type.”
“Your style,” Nora offered. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s what suits you.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. “The prince to your princess.”
“The trust to your fund. The country to your club,” Rainey mused. Spencer brushed a finger over the new phone, still covered by a thin piece of plastic film. Liam wasn’t at all her type. She had already determined that. But her heart hadn’t fluttered like that with the last Teddy, Trey, or Preston. No man had ever surprised her like this. And her face still hurt from the gigantic smile he’d put there.
Liam was like a black leather motorcycle jacket Spencer itched to try on. Just to see what it looked like.
…
Liam pulled up the expense report and stared at it. This would be a good job for an intern , he thought, but after Jared delivered the phone to Spencer without a hitch, he’d given him the rest of the day off. So now he was stuck deciphering spreadsheets from his last trip to Lubbock. When his desk phone rang, he was more than happy to stop inputting mileage and talk to whoever was on the other line. Angii (with two I’s), the new receptionist, reported that there was a doctor who wanted to talk to him about Troy Duncan.
“Is he hurt?” Liam asked.
“No.”
“Is he sick?”
“No, sir,” Angii replied. “She said it’s about a baby.”
“Whose baby?”
“Mr. Duncan’s, sir.”
Liam bit back a groan. When it came to professional athletes, babies came out of the woodwork like clockwork. But Troy Duncan?
It was one of the reasons he was excited to take on a self-professed virgin as a client. It’d save him a hell of a lot of time and trouble.
“Take a message.” He hung up and scowled at the spreadsheet. He didn’t like complications or spreadsheets.
Chapter Seven
Spencer ended her phone conversation when Rainey returned to the conference room with an
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