“My private time is completely private.” I smile softly up at him.
The air between us crackles.
“You’re all I’ve thought about this week,” he says.
My nerves bubble in my stomach and, unsure what to say, I turn away, relinking my arm with his. We turn the corner to the main street of town.
“Where do we go?” he asks, looking around.
I gesture up the street. “There is a restaurant up the road a little.”
He takes my hand in his and picks it up to kiss the back of it.
My eyes flicker to Wyatt in the car that is following us slowly from a distance. I know he can still see us. It feels awkward being with a man while Wyatt watches.
“Don’t worry about him, worry about me,” Spencer says. His eyes hold mine with a tender glow, and he smiles softly down at me, clearly seeing that I’m uncomfortable with Wyatt watching on.
God, he’s beautiful.
“So, this is where you live? Nottingham.”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
“Beautiful.”
I smile as my heart begins to beat faster. Like you, I think to myself.
We arrive at the restaurant, walk in and wait at the desk.
“Table for two?” he asks a passing waiter.
“Of course, sir. Just this way.” The waiter smiles.
Spencer pulls out my chair and I take a seat.
Robert, a man that I know who works here, is on his shift. He sees me and immediately smiles. “Hi, Lottie.”
“Hi, Rob,” I say as I flick open the menu.
Spencer opens his menu, too. “Who’s he?” he asks, pretending to be uninterested.
“My ex-husband.”
Spencer’s eyes shoot up.
“Got you.”
“I didn’t realise you were a comedian,” he replies dryly. “He gets to call you Lottie and I don’t?”
“Comedy is one of my hidden talents.” I smirk as I read the menu. “And I’m Charlotte to you at this point.”
His eyes hold mine and a trace of a smile crosses his face. It’s as if he just accepted a silent challenge that I don’t know about. “I’ll add it to the list then,” he mutters.
“There’s a list?”
His eyes stay glued to the menu. “There is a big list.”
“Of what?”