“Did you sleep alone?”
“Jesus, Spencer.” I blushed and handed him his coffee. “That’s privileged information.”
“Oh, sorry. When I saw you two leave together, I just assumed…” Spencer’s voice trailed off and then he winked and sat at the table closest to the counter. “There’s no one here. Join me.”
Despite knowing that all he wanted was gossip, I poured myself a cup of tea and sat with him. Companionable silence fell between us. Spencer had his phone out typing something while I pondered the dream I barely remembered from last night. It was at Cotillion, and all I recalled with any clarity was Joe and I dancing while the children and grown-ups watched, no music or voices to be heard.
“He’s a handsome man.” Spencer’s voice jarred me out of my thoughts. He sipped his coffee, then added mo
