Chapter 10
The Previous Year
Laughter bounced off the tiled walls as Rebecca planted both of her hands against Spencer’s back and pushed him toward the tub. “I don’t care if you think motor oil’s sexy. I’m not touching you until you’ve washed it all off.”
“I wouldn’t be covered in oil if you would have just left the car on the side of the road,” Spencer pointed out, grudgingly unbuttoning his cuffs. “We could have walked the rest of the way. Or taken advantage of the backseat.”
“You’ve seen my backseat, right? And you’ve seen us.” She stepped around him to turn on the water, twisting the hot handle as far as it would go. “There is no way we’d fit comfortably in the back for nothing.”
“If it meant finally getting my hands on you, I would have found a way.” Spencer shrugged his shirt of
