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She gasps. “When?”
“He said the end of the month.”
“Oh, wow.” She looks toward him as he heads our way to join us at the table. It wouldn’t have been right to seat him separate from us. “How do you feel about that?” she asks quickly.
“It is what it is,” I reply. “The space might be good for me. Give me time to figure things out”
She frowns in sympathy.
“I feel like I’m interrupting something,” Spencer says, pulling out his chair. There’s an empty chair between us that belongs to Monroe.
“I was telling my mom you’re leaving for a while,” I whisper so Monroe won’t hear. I know he needs to be the one to tell her.
“Ah.” He nods, leaning around me to see my mom. “Was she telling you she’s excited to be rid of me for a while?”
My mom laughs. “I doubt that would excite her.”
He arches a brow in my direction, sporting a grin and daring me to refute it. “I could never be happy for you to be gone that long,” I admit reluctantly.
His smile grows. “You like having me around, Low?”
I roll my eyes.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
CHAPTER 75
HARLOW
“You really don’t have to do this,” Spencer says, sliding into the passenger seat of my car. “I could’ve gotten a car to take me.”
“I’m aware, but Monroe wanted to take you to the airport.”
He glances in the backseat at her. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” she says in a ‘duh’ tone. “You’re going to be gone forever so we have to have a long goodbye.”
Spencer frowns. “It’s not forever, sweetie. Just four months and I’ll be back for your birthday.”
“Are you sure? Google told me you’re going to be four-thousand miles away and that seems like a lot of miles.”
“It is,” he replies as I put the car in drive. “But I won’t let miles keep me away from my girl on her birthday.”
I glance in the rearview mirror and find Monroe’s happy smile.
She’s not happy her dad is leaving for so long. In the big scheme of things, four months isn’t terribly long, but for a little girl that feels like forever.
I hadn’t planned on taking Spencer to the airport, but when Monroe asked yesterday if we could, there was no way I could say no her. School starts for her next week, and she’s alreadyvoiced her displeasure that Spencer won’t be able to come with us on her first day like he has every year in the past.
“What’s it like on a plane?” she asks him.
“Crowded,” he replies. “But I think you’d love takeoff and landing.”
“What does that mean?”
He launches into an explanation and answers her follow up questions.
I white knuckle my steering wheel getting to the LAX drop-off. I’m not a fan of driving around the airport. I pull up to the departures and Spencer slaps a pair of sunglasses on his face, his trusty baseball cap, and yanks his hoodie up over that. He might be famous, but he hasn’t reached the level of flying private just yet. Considering what I suspect he’s filming, that could very well change once that movie releases.
