Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I glance over to my dear friend. “I’ll bet you two hundred pounds that I have a date with her by this time next week.”

“Double it. Four hundred,” snaps Masters. “You don’t have a chance with her.”

“Deal.” I smile. My hands drop to Bree’s pregnant stomach and I kiss her softly on the cheek. “Goodbye, darling. Enjoy your unspeakable things.” I turn and head towards the woman in pink.

“Spencer!” I hear a woman call from behind me. I turn and see a brunette in a tight black dress. Sure, she’s very attractive, but she’s got nothing on Lady Charlotte.

“Hello.” I smile.

She holds out her hand to mine. “I’m Linda.” She hesitates. “We met at a Christmas party last year.”

I fake a smile as I try to remember this woman. Nope, I’ve got nothing. “Yes, I remember,” I lie. “How have you been?”

She beams instantly. “Great, although I do have a problem.”

“What’s that?” I frown.

“The plumbing in my room seems to have an issue.”

“Really?” I smirk. There are hotel rooms at this resort and she’s obviously staying here.

“Really. I was wondering if you could come up and have a look at it after the wedding finishes.”

I chuckle. Wow. That’s the oldest trick in the book. “I am very good at unblocking pipes,” I tease.

“I imagine you are.” She giggles on cue and passes me a key. “Room 282.” She smirks.

I smile down at her and stuff the key into my pocket. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to see someone.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.” She grins.

Good grief.

I walk around the dancefloor with my eyes glued to the woman in the pink dress. She’s petite and curvy with the most perfect face I have ever seen. She’s now talking to two men, with one on either side of her. One is older, while the other is close to my age. I sip my beer as I watch her move.

Hmm, she’s fucking gorgeous and innately feminine.

She’s also very different than my usual taste in women. She has a gentle air about her. I roll my lips as I watch her, and Brendan, an old school friend of mine, comes to stand next to me.

“Hey, Spence.” He slaps me on the back.

“Who is that woman?” I ask, completely distracted.

He frowns. “Which one?”

“Pink dress. Charlotte.”

His eyes widen, and he chuckles. “Stay away from that one, old boy. She’s out of your league.”

I smirk as my eyes stay glued to her. “And why would you say that?”

“Every man in the county is after her and she won’t give any of them the time of day.”

I feel my skin prickle at the challenge. “Really?”

“Yes. And then you have to get past her father and brothers even if she is interested at all.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”