Mom asked me to take Dad to his appointment yesterday. Normally, I would have tried getting out of it, but I had an ulterior motive. The appointment was in an office building next to the hospital, and I wanted to speak with Spencer about the kiss.
I’d barely slept the night before, tossing and turning, my brain refusing to turn off. When I finally dozed off, I relived that moment over and over in my dreams. Spencer kissed me, and he was the one who started it. It was him who fell into my arms and temporarily made real what I’d dreamed about for years. What I didn’t get was why he’d run away.
Seeking him out at work was risky, and skirted the border of stalking, but I needed answers. Intruding on his life was not what I wanted to do, but I needed to know how he actually felt. Spencer wou
