Chapter 8

“Same here.” Spencer extracted his hand.

“They’ve put wine out, I’ll get us some,” Max said. “Spence, you want some?”

“No, that’s all right, thanks.” Just as Max walked away, an older woman stepped up to Spencer. “Mrs. Butler, did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, it was wonderful.” She held out her program and handed him a pen. “I’m having the cast sign their photos.”

And as he put the pen to his photo, a hand cupped his left ass cheek. Blinking, he looked up from the program and the only one near him other than Mrs. Butler in front of him was Max’s date, Pete.

Spencer finished his signature and took a step away from Pete just as Max came back holding two plastic cups of white wine. He handed one to Pete.

“Excuse me, I see someone I need to speak to,” Spencer said, wanting to put even more distance between himself and the ass grabber. When it wasn’t obvious to Pete, Spencer intended to tell Max just what his date had been up to while Max has been getting wine.