Page 119 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
His peals of laughter have me raising my head. He has his head thrown back, his entire body shaking.
Sobering, he says, “My personal trainer is here. We were just finishing up in the gym when I got the alert on my phone that you were here.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He grins, planting his hands on his hips. The gesture has his shorts dipping even lower in the front and I force myself to keep my gaze on his face. “You gonna come in now?” He gestures with his thumb over his shoulder.
I swallow my embarrassment down. “I might as well.”
“Mhm,” he hums, clearly amused by this whole thing. “Might as well,” he echoes.
I follow him into the house and at least this time I manage not to openly gawk at the beautiful home.
He heads for the kitchen and fills a glass of water. “Thirsty?” he asks me.
“I’m okay.” I slide onto the stool.
“What brings you to Malibu?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone.
“You.” No point in lying. There’s no other reason for me to be here.
He drinks about half of the glass of water and sets it down. “I have to say I’m honestly more than a little surprised to see you here alone after…” He trails off, fingers lazily drifting through the air to convey that I need to fill in the blanks, which is easy enough.
“I’m surprised, too,” I admit. “My mom offered to take Roe for the day so I could catch up on schoolwork and I found myself here instead.”
“Interesting.” He taps his blunt nails against the side of the glass.
Steps sound behind me, and I turn to find a good-looking man with wavy blond hair. He’s probably in his thirties, maybe around thirty-five, with a kind smile.
“Everything’s cleaned up and I’m going to head out.”
“Thanks, Sean.” Spencer steps away from the counter to clasp hands with the man. “Oh.” He turns to me. “Let me introduce you to my … Harlow.”
“Hi.” I shake hands with the man. He’s tall—even taller than Jameson and Spencer. “Nice to meet you.”
“Sean is my personal trainer,” Spencer offers, but I’ve already put the pieces together.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Sean says, letting go of my hand and stepping back. He sends a grin Spencer’s way.
“Well, she is the mother of my child,” Spencer mutters softly, a blush staining his cheeks.
Sean’s grin only grows. “I’ll talk to you later,” he says. “It was good to finally meet you.” He nods his head in my direction before he leaves the kitchen.
Neither of us speak until we hear the garage door close.
“You talk about me, huh?” I tease.
Spencer sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course I do.”
“Why?” I’m not trying to be accusatory. I’m truly curious. Why hasn’t he been able to let go and move on?
He shrugs. “Like I said, you’re Roe’s mom.”
“But that’s not why you talk about me, is it?” I press further.
He looks like he wishes a hole would open and swallow him. “You already know the answer.”
“I want to hear you say it,” I breathe.
