Chapter SixSpencer
Spencer closed the bedroom door quietly behind him and headed to the kitchen to make coffee and get started on breakfast. It was early, and Harley was still sound asleep. She had grabbed an extra shift last night and deserved to sleep in. Especially with the debacle of the florist closing so unexpectedly, she warranted a little extra self-care.
Thankfully, Mrs. Brady had jumped to the rescue. As odd as that save was, a crisis had been averted, and that was all that really mattered.
Ignoring the buzzing phone in his pocket, he spooned the morning blend ground coffee into the French press. Once the water boiled in the kettle, he poured that into the French press, and his phone buzzed again.
“What is so important?” He pulled the phone out of his jeans pocket to see text
