Page 80 of The Shape of You
Rebecca shook her head. “God, we did everything so backward,didn’t we?”
Spencer nodded in agreement. “We totally did.”
Rebecca looked at her, held Spencer’s gaze with those blue eyes ofhers, and Spencer was reminded how much she’d missed this. The fun and easybanter, the zap of electricity between them. Not for the first time, shewondered how she could’ve been so blind, so naïve as to think this kind of aconnection came along on a regular basis.
“I have one more client tonight,” Rebecca said finally. She satforward, leaned closer to Spencer. “Meet me in the parking lot and take me tocoffee?”
Relief washed through Spencer like a wave over the sand, and shehad no control over the enormous smile that erupted across her face. “I’d lovenothing more.”
Rebecca stood then, reached out a hand and brushed Spencer’s hairoff her face. “See you in an hour.”
* * *
Spencer sat in her car in the parking lot with ten minutes tospare. She was pretty sure time had slowed down to the speed of molasses inJanuary just to mess with her. She’d gotten some groceries, wandered the aislesat the craft store (and bought some jewelry supplies), and made an appointmentwith Junebug Farms, the local animal shelter, to talk to them about what kindof dog she was looking for. That last one made her grin, and she picked up herphone to scroll through the dogs they currently had for adoption. She got solost in them that when Rebecca pulled the passenger side door open, it madeSpencer jump, a little yelp escaping her lips.
“Sorry,” Rebecca said, as she sat and closed the door against thechill. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Thought you saw me.” She leaned over, presumablyto see what held Spencer’s interest, and her eyes widened. “You’re getting adog?”
“I am. Haven’t picked one yet.”
“Oh, Spencer, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you. When?”
“I have an appointment this weekend to talk to the shelter.”Rebecca looked so genuinely happy for her. “Hey, want to come with me?”
Dark eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Really. In fact, I’d love to have you there.” The words came as asurprise to Spencer; this wasn’t her plan. But there was something aboutRebecca’s smile, her sincere happiness, that Spencer wanted to hold on to.
“Then I’d love to go with you.”
The car was running. It was warm. It was dark. And Rebecca wassitting next to her. Things couldn’t get much better for Spencer in thatmoment.
And then they did.
Rebecca leaned forward, no preamble, no warning, and capturedSpencer’s mouth with her own. The kiss was gentle. Tender, but with a heat thatleft a promise of what was to come. Spencer let herself sink into it, thefeeling so incredibly different from the last time they’d kissed. There wasnothing in the background, no little voices to battle or silence, no worries,no guilt. Just Rebecca. Rebecca’s lips. Rebecca’s presence. And this kiss.
It was everything.
When they finally parted, Rebecca stayed close for a moment,stroked Spencer’s face. “I had to get that out of the way,” she whispered, herexpression apologetic. “It was distracting me.”
Spencer swallowed, nodded, tried to find her voice.
Rebecca sat back, looking ridiculously radiant in the passengerseat of Spencer’s car. “Now take me on a date.”
“Whatever you want,” Spencer said, knowing by the feel of it justhow lit up her face was. She shifted the car into gear. “Whatever you want.”