Chapter 82

“But he is,” I added softly, pointing to Spencer who was already dozing off in his car seat.

“How d’you get to be so smart anyway?”

I laughed. “One word at a time.”

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When we pulled up in front of Johan and Helga’s bungalow, Nick turned the ignition off and leaned back into his seat.

Myself, I’d lost my quiet composure. I wanted to twist open the Aquavit bottle we’d brought has a gift, and chug whatever I could manage to get down without puking. Instead, I nibbled on my lower lip, listening to Spencer’s quiet breathing.

“I like it when you do that.”

“What? Sit here, and try not have a panic attack?”

“No. That. The lip thing. It’s sexy.”

Whenever Nick said the word sexy, the whole world had an orgasm.

“Come here, O’Reilly.”

I glanced around. “Me?”

“Yes. You. Come here.”

I leaned in. “What?”

“I want you to hold my hand in there,” he whispered into my ear.