Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(42)

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m glad I could give him some shit for what he’s done for me.”

“I’m glad you did too. I don’t want you to be on your own though. I don’t trust him one bit.” He sighs.

“I’ll be okay. I’m rarely on my own except on my way to and from work, but there are loads of people walking on the streets at those times.”

“You're walking home from work?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder again and we walk to his car.

“Yes, why?”

“I’ll call Matt and see if he can drop you off for at least for a couple of days,” he says with finality and I’m not about to argue with him.

“Why not you?” I pout and grin when he smiles at me.

“Because I’m taking evening classes starting this week.” He kisses my head and opens the car door for me.

“What kind of classes?” I question as he gets in the car.

“I told you I wanted to change my life and you know I change jobs a lot, so I figured I could pick up a few classes and see if I could expand my horizons.” He shrugs and starts driving.

“Not telling me what you’re going to do? Stripping? Are you taking pole dance classes?” I giggle like a schoolgirl much to his despair.

“No, you cheeky little shit.” He chuckles. “I’m taking photography classes.”

“That’s awesome.” I smile happy for him. “Why photography though?” I ask.

“One of us needs to be able to take good pictures for our road trip.” He winks at me.

“That’s the only reason?” I chuckle excited that we’re talking about the road trip again.

“No. There are so many events happening in Denver and the surrounding areas that I figured it could be a good thing. Maybe I could work for a magazine or something.” He shrugs.

“Are you trying to ask me to get you a job as a photographer at the magazine?”

“No, but if there’s an opening let me know.” He smiles. “I’ve been taking the classes for a while actually. The more technical aspect starts next week. We’re going to go to different places to take pictures and all that kind of fun stuff.”

“I’m proud of you Spencer.” I place my hand on his thigh and he grabs it, pulling it up to his mouth to kiss it.

“You have no idea how much it means to me to hear that.” He places my hand back on his thigh and I leave it there.

We spend the day thrift shopping and chatting. Despite the encounter with Adam this morning, today has been pretty perfect. I found all of the clothes I wanted and managed to find a new coffee table that we are now struggling to carry from the car to my building.

“It’s never going to work.” I sigh, admitting defeat.

“It will, it just needs some lube.” Spencer snickers at his joke.

“Trust you to make sexual jokes about my new furniture.” I shake my head and sit on the table waiting for Spencer to come up with a way to get it inside.

“Always make sexual jokes.” He smiles but then groans when he sees Valentine walking out of the building with a beautifully fake brunette.

“Will you stop? You’re worse than a kid. Hey, Val.” I grin.

“Val?” Spencer raises his eyebrow at me.

“It’s shorter.” I shrug.

“Angel of love my ass, angel of one night stands.” Spencer mumbles and I can’t help but giggle.

“What was that?” The brunette asks.

“Nothing.” Spencer gives her a fake smile and I completely lose it. I burst out laughing which causes the brunette to look confused and stare blankly at all of us which then makes me laugh even harder.

“Are they making fun of me?” she asks Valentine.

“No, he just thinks he’s funny and her being the good friend she is, is laughing at all of his jokes so she doesn’t damage his ego,” Valentine says smirking. “I’ll call you later.” He quickly kisses the brunette and puts her in a cab.

“Is he right?” Spencer looks at me with a horrified expression on his face.

“Of course not. Stop acting like a big baby.”

“Can’t believe you think he’s a nice guy. He’s a douchebag.” Spencer grumbles.

“The douchebag heard you and was just messing with you to shut the fake bimbo up. Nice body but nothing up here.” He taps his temple.

“Can’t be worse than the blonde who believed me when I said there was a ghost in the elevator.” I scoff.

“Do you know that she refuses to come back here? If I want to see her I have to go to her place.” He laughs.

“Seriously?” I laugh but stop when I see Spencer’s expression. “Relax. It was funny.” I shrug.

“Not the reason I’m pissed.” He sighs and rubs his face.

“What’s the problem?” Valentine asks.

“With what? The table or you?” Spencer asks him, squaring his shoulders.

“The table. We can settle our problem later on,” Valentine replies sizing Spencer up.

“Won’t fit through the door.”

“Of course it won’t if she thinks she’s Cleopatra and needs to be carried inside like that.” Valentine chuckles.