Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“He wants to repair this rift between us. He wants to start again.”

My eyebrows rise in surprise. “What?”

“He invited us to go to dinner with the family in London on Saturday night.”

“He did?”

“William is coming home, too, and Dad wants to have dinner with everyone there. I’m so excited, Spence. I was hoping he would come around, and now he has,” she gushes happily.

I blow air into my cheeks. To be honest, the last thing I want to do is go to dinner with those fucking pricks.

“That’s okay, isn’t it?” she asks with obvious hope. “You will come with me and try to get along with them, won’t you? Start afresh.” I scratch my head. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”

“You have no idea what a relief this is to me. I feel like a weight has been lifted, and once they get to know you, I know they’ll love you as much as I do.”

I roll my eyes. If she only knew what had gone on this morning. Actually, I don’t care. As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters.

“And you’ll get to meet William and his wife. They’re back from Switzerland. Oh, this is going to be fantastic.”

“Okay, babe,” I sigh. Fantastic, another brother. I’m already dreading it. “Sounds great,” I lie.

“I’ll see you soon. I’m leaving work now. Let’s put the tree up tonight.”

I smirk. “I thought you didn’t want to have Christmas this year?”

“Christmas is officially back on. I love you.” She smiles.

“Lucky.” I smirk as I touch my throbbing eye socket. “See you soon.”

I hang up and exhale heavily, staring at the phone in my hand. I swing my chair from side to side. Maybe my little visit this morning worked, after all.

Interesting. I’m going to find out exactly what is going on here.

I dial Harold’s number. He answers on the first ring. “Hello, Spencer.” “What’s the catch?” I ask

“No catch. I want to move on.”

“And Edward?”

“Edward wants his sister to be happy. This dinner will be a starting point.”

I stay silent on the phone.

“Thank you for coming to me with your concerns for Charlotte. I appreciate it.”

“Does she know I came to you?”

“No, and I don’t want her to.”

“I only want for her to be happy.”

“As do we. Charlotte is my only concern. So, will I see you Saturday night?” he asks.

“Sure, I’ll see you there.”

* * *

“Don’t bring up anything about the fight we had.” Charlotte smiles. She’s holding my free hand even though I’m driving, her eyes are on me while I watch the road.