CHAPTER 4
Spencer
“Blake?” I called from the top of the steps. “Are you ready?” He had been up since five working on something for G. I didn’t want to point out it was Christmas Eve day. I knew he needed to busy himself with work. Last night seemed to shake him slightly.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
I threaded my mother’s diamond earrings on and hurried down the stairs to grab my phone and purse.
“You look good.” Blake’s gaze dragged up my body, and I could almost feel the heat from it.
“Thanks.” I glanced in the mirror at my tight jeans, knee high boots, white sweater, and bracelets stacked up on one wrist.
Blake came up behind me, his eyes dancing in excitement.
“Don’t even,” I warned but couldn’t help but lean back into him when he pressed me to his front.
“I’ll behave for now.” He winke
