Chapter 5

“What are you doing?” Max glanced away and helped himself to a cup of coffee.

“Getting the cantaloupe.” Spencer straightened. He held a small cantaloupe in his hands. His sandy hair stood up every which way. Bed hair, Max guessed it was called. He had a smudge of what looked like flour across his left cheek. Too adorable, as usual. His heart squeezed just a little, but he ignored it.

“You want me to cut that up?” He tried to hide his smile, but he was pretty sure he failed when Spencer’s green eyes narrowed.

“No, I can do it. Just go sit at the table. It’s almost ready.”

Max sat at the dining table, all the while watching Spencer. If Spence ever decided to settle down instead of playing around at the clubs, he’d really make someone a terrific partner. He was sweet, sexy, and a pretty decent cook. What else could any man ask for?