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her hands together.
He didn’t risk asking who the ‘we’ was because she was talking freely and she never explained, but it didn’t matter. He loved the sound of her voice, the rise and fall of it, without the southern accent, but with an accent all her own. They talked for the rest of the hour at complete ease with one another. Spencer told her about growing up in Warm Springs and riding tractors, and even getting caught racing them once when he was a teenager.
“Well, I guess I better get back to the shop. Mary is probably wanting some lunch, too.” She stood and helped him fold the blanket.
He put it in the empty basket and they headed for the store. On the short walk back over the porch, Spencer felt the need to walk a little slower. He didn’t want their time together to end. The boards under their feet creaked in the same familiar way they had since he could remember, and the cars on the street up ahead passed as usual, but Spencer felt as if he were walking there for the first time.
At the door, Spencer turned to her, “When will I see you again?”
She twisted her hands together again and glanced over her shoulder into the shop. He shifted his feet and looked out over the road. He cursed himself for how he’d asked. He should’ve taken it more slowly. He could see her searching for an excuse to put him off.
Sam stood there taken aback. She wanted to see him too, but it wasn’t a good idea. She enjoyed his company and looked forward to seeing him, which was a complication she needed to avoid.
“I do owe you a meal.” The words were out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. “You could come by the house for dinner this weekend. Saturday, around seven thirty?” What was she doing? She couldn’t even cook. Why on earth had she invited him over?
He took a minute to mull it over. “That sounds good. Seven thirty then.”
He grinned and turned to go, sending a little thrill through her. Sam tried to hide her smile as she went back inside to finish working. It was starting to feel as if they were dating. And, they most certainly were not. She couldn’t.
She threw her things in the back and returned to the register. Fingers tapping, she stared at the door, willing a customer to walk in. If the store were busier, she could keep her mind from wandering to Spencer. He had looked perfect in his scuffed boots and tight jeans, sprawled out on a blanket with his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled at her from under his Braves hat. The same way he looked perfect without a shirt, swinging a hammer.
Sam took a step back and began to fiddle with jewelry in the case to try to distract herself from her own imagination. She straightened the sliver chain of a necklace with an amethyst flower hanging off the end and moved to a bracelet with a sapphire stone. The light glittered off the deep blue stone and reminded her of Spencer’s eyes. The way they sparkled like he was up to no good and looked at you like you were the only person in the room. It was easy to lose yourself in them. And, his grin. The one that showed a dimple, but only on one side. She shook her head and snapped the jewelry case shut. She knew she was in serious trouble when it came to Spencer.
Chapter 10
She had moved and left no forwarding address. He knew she’d run, the same way he was sure she knew he would come looking for her. They had a special relationship and she couldn’t leave him. Her life belonged to him. She was a fool to think she could outrun him. There was nowhere she could go that he wouldn’t find her.
And, he knew where to go to get answers. He turned the service van into the parking garage and waited for the yellow barrier arm to rise. The attendant pressed the button and waved him through with little more than a glance at the borrowed cable company van.
He licked his lips in anticipation as he rode up the elevator from the garage into the lobby. He was looking forward to the game he was about
He didn’t risk asking who the ‘we’ was because she was talking freely and she never explained, but it didn’t matter. He loved the sound of her voice, the rise and fall of it, without the southern accent, but with an accent all her own. They talked for the rest of the hour at complete ease with one another. Spencer told her about growing up in Warm Springs and riding tractors, and even getting caught racing them once when he was a teenager.
“Well, I guess I better get back to the shop. Mary is probably wanting some lunch, too.” She stood and helped him fold the blanket.
He put it in the empty basket and they headed for the store. On the short walk back over the porch, Spencer felt the need to walk a little slower. He didn’t want their time together to end. The boards under their feet creaked in the same familiar way they had since he could remember, and the cars on the street up ahead passed as usual, but Spencer felt as if he were walking there for the first time.
At the door, Spencer turned to her, “When will I see you again?”
She twisted her hands together again and glanced over her shoulder into the shop. He shifted his feet and looked out over the road. He cursed himself for how he’d asked. He should’ve taken it more slowly. He could see her searching for an excuse to put him off.
Sam stood there taken aback. She wanted to see him too, but it wasn’t a good idea. She enjoyed his company and looked forward to seeing him, which was a complication she needed to avoid.
“I do owe you a meal.” The words were out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. “You could come by the house for dinner this weekend. Saturday, around seven thirty?” What was she doing? She couldn’t even cook. Why on earth had she invited him over?
He took a minute to mull it over. “That sounds good. Seven thirty then.”
He grinned and turned to go, sending a little thrill through her. Sam tried to hide her smile as she went back inside to finish working. It was starting to feel as if they were dating. And, they most certainly were not. She couldn’t.
She threw her things in the back and returned to the register. Fingers tapping, she stared at the door, willing a customer to walk in. If the store were busier, she could keep her mind from wandering to Spencer. He had looked perfect in his scuffed boots and tight jeans, sprawled out on a blanket with his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled at her from under his Braves hat. The same way he looked perfect without a shirt, swinging a hammer.
Sam took a step back and began to fiddle with jewelry in the case to try to distract herself from her own imagination. She straightened the sliver chain of a necklace with an amethyst flower hanging off the end and moved to a bracelet with a sapphire stone. The light glittered off the deep blue stone and reminded her of Spencer’s eyes. The way they sparkled like he was up to no good and looked at you like you were the only person in the room. It was easy to lose yourself in them. And, his grin. The one that showed a dimple, but only on one side. She shook her head and snapped the jewelry case shut. She knew she was in serious trouble when it came to Spencer.
Chapter 10
She had moved and left no forwarding address. He knew she’d run, the same way he was sure she knew he would come looking for her. They had a special relationship and she couldn’t leave him. Her life belonged to him. She was a fool to think she could outrun him. There was nowhere she could go that he wouldn’t find her.
And, he knew where to go to get answers. He turned the service van into the parking garage and waited for the yellow barrier arm to rise. The attendant pressed the button and waved him through with little more than a glance at the borrowed cable company van.
He licked his lips in anticipation as he rode up the elevator from the garage into the lobby. He was looking forward to the game he was about
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