Chapter 92

“Oh…”

“I’ll be back around four.” I touched his arm. “I’ll pick up some clams and white wine and we’ll do a whole French cuisine thing and—”

“Okay.” He gave me a gentle look and walked away, and then at the end of the aisle, turned to look at me. He tipped his head. “Good luck, my love,” he mouthed, before disappearing around the corner.

* * * *

I’d been sitting in the cafe for a few minutes, making friends with a big calico cat who seemed to think I was pretty cool for a human being, when Spence walked in. Markus stopped in the door, gave me a cold look, and I tried not to be jealous when he whispered something in my son’s ear that made him grin.

But at the sight of me, Spencer pulled his baseball cap way down low over his eyes. Not a good sign. He was already slipping in the chair across from mine before I even had the chance to half rise out of my seat to greet or hug him. He gave me a quick look from under the bill of his hat. Myles was right: the kid wasintimidating.