Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Hmm.” I sigh, unconvinced.

“Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed. Have fun with William, and I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you, too, dear. Goodnight.”

* * *

I have to stop myself from running to him when I see William in the restaurant.

Oh, I miss my brother.

I laugh as I hug him. “This is such a pleasant surprise.”

We hug a little bit harder, and I know he has something on his mind. I can feel it.

I fall into my seat. “What are you doing in London?” I smile.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smirks. “What the hell are you doing

here? As soon as they leave the country you have urgent business? It sounds suspicious to me.”

I laugh. “I don’t have urgent business at all. I’m just busting to do something different.”

“Good.” He smirks and glances outside. “Oh.” His eyes widen. “How come Anthony is here?”

“Edward left him to watch me. He hasn’t been too bad, to be honest. I think I had the wrong impression of him.”

The waitress arrives with our drinks. I asked William to order before I got here, seeing how I only have an hour’s break.

“So, what’s new? What have you been doing?” He smirks.

“Working, spying on good looking men, stuff like that.” I roll my eyes.

He laughs. “I miss you.”

I grab his hand over the table. “When are you coming home?”

He sips his drink. “I’m not.” And then he shrugs. “Not to Nottingham anyway.”

“God, Edward is driving me completely mad, Will. He’s completely out of control.”

“My point exactly. Sorry about the other night—leaving without saying goodbye. He just makes me so furious that I can’t even be around him.”

“He’s only worried about you. How are things going with Penelope?” I ask carefully.

“Up and down.” He sighs. “I don’t know, we have good weeks and bad weeks. The thing is, what I choose to do with my marriage is my business. Imagine if you met someone and Edward stuck his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.”

“I can’t think of anything worse, to be honest.”

“Exactly. And Penelope’s not perfect, God knows that. But I have a child with her, and I want him to grow up in the same house as me. What choice do I have?”

“It will be okay, and you know, you really are being amazing by staying with her and trying to repair your marriage for Harrison’s sake. Not many men would do that.”

“I don’t feel so amazing some days.” He smiles. “Anyway, tell me about you.”

I sit back in my seat. “I met a gorgeous man.”