Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

He can go to Hell.

I’m done.

* * *

The candlelight flickers on my face and I sit in the warm ocean breeze. I’m alone at a table for two outside on the deck of the restaurant. My dinner was beautiful, and I’ve just ordered my third margarita. Under normal circumstances, this would be the perfect night.

I’ve been in Maui for two days, and I have to agree, it’s the perfect TTT trip destination.

“Mind if I sit down?” a familiar voice asks.

I look up in surprise to see William. “What? Where… how did you…?”

He pulls the seat out and sits down. “A little birdie told me where to find you.”

“How did he…?” My face falls. “The letter.” I look around in a panic.

“I’m alone, don’t worry.” He smiles softly. “You really need to up your hiding skills, though.” He takes my hand over the table. “I suggest Switzerland if you don’t want to be found.”

I lean over and kiss his cheek and smile. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

He squeezes my hand. “Don’t be.”

The waiter comes over. William looks at my glass. “What are we drinking?”

“Margaritas.” I smirk.

“Two margaritas, please,” he tells the waiter.

“Yes, sir.” The waiter disappears.

“Who sent you?” I ask.

“Spencer.”

The mere mention of his name brings tears to my eyes. “Is he…” okay?

He shrugs and stares out at the ocean. “I don’t really care how he is, to be honest.”

I nod and am quickly reminded of who I’m talking to.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “No, but I will be.” I get a lump in my throat. “I just need some time.”

He nods as he watches me and his drink arri

ves. He holds it up.

“Miserable in Maui.” He smirks as a toast.

“Isn’t that the truth?” I take a sip. “I mean, I wanted to spend some time with you, but this type of bonding is a bit extreme.”

He chuckles, and my eyes linger on his face. The wind whips up and the sound of the gentle waves lapping the shore echoes in the distance.

“What?” he asks.

“You seem different.” I frown.