Chapter 118

I hadn’t expected to see himthere. Though I should have considered it. How many times had his circle and mine overlapped? In the past year, how many times had we sat on the low, padded benches in the corner, huddled around a table of drinks, and talked? That’s how That Night had started, after all. So I really shouldn’t have been shocked. But after what I had just learned, seeing him was like a punch in the gut

Spencer Johns. Tall, built, blond, and utterly gorgeous. His skin seemed to glow in the low light, and as he lifted his glass of beer, his big hand drew my gaze.