I drove around the block eight times before I could muster up the courage to park my truck. After the amazing night and crazy morning I had with Spencer, it was wrecking my stomach to even contemplate the tortures I knew were in store for me. I’d never been so nervous about a meeting before, and I hoped I had a few minutes to go over the contracts and maybe drink a cup of coffee instead of wearing it.
“What the hell?” I muttered as I pulled into my parking space. It was seven in the morning, two hours before our doors officially opened and Dad’s car was already there. When I stepped out of the truck, I noticed a Lexus parked by the entrance. My caffeine-free gut twisted when I saw the license plate- CSMPSON.
Shit.
I was being ambushed and didn’t have time to prepare myself for the almos
