I take Spencer’s hand in mine, resting it in my lap, and I remain silent.

“We need your help,” my father says.

Spencer’s eyes rise to theirs and he smirks. “You’ve made it quite clear where you and I stand. Don’t come to me when you need help to get rid of her.” He shakes his head in disgust. “I won’t be used.”

I grip his hand tightly.

“Charlotte, talk some sense to him,” Edward says.

“No. I won’t, and he’s completely right. Leave us alone. I’m telling you right now that if you don’t accept Spencer into our family, you will not see me, either.”

They both glare at me.

“Spencer and I are getting married. Whether you come to our wedding or not is up to you.”

Edward clenches his jaw.

The car pulls up at Spencer’s building, and he gets out in a rush. My father and Edward jump out behind me.

“What are you doing?” my father asks.

“I’m going home, Dad.”

“Your home is Nottingham.”

“My home is with Spencer. Wherever he is is home to me.”

Tenderness fills Spencer’s eyes as he watches on, not saying a word.

“Now, if you would both like to come to London next weekend and have dinner

with us then that would be great. If not, I’ll see you around.” I rise up to kiss Spencer, and I take his hand in mine.

Edward inhales deeply, clearly trying to hold his tongue.

My father smirks and glances between us. He knows that this is it. I won’t back down again.

“Dinner would be lovely, darling. See you both next weekend. I’ll look forward to it.” He kisses my cheek, and he holds his hand out to shake Spencer’s. For a moment, Spencer just stares at him. I hold my breath as I watch on. There’s so much history, so much heartache…

Please just shake his hand.

Eventually, good manners prevail, and Spencer gives in and shakes his hand.

“Look after her,” my father whispers.

Spencer gives him a curt nod and turns, leading me into the building. We get into the lift and the doors shut behind us.

I smile at the beautiful man in front of me, grateful that he is willing to move on from all of this.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He wraps his arms around me. “You can show me how much in a minute.”

I giggle. “Swoony Spencer Jones at his romantic best.”

He gives me a sexy wink and we kiss as the elevator takes us higher and higher.

It doesn’t matter what happens from here because I know everything is going to be okay.

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