Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(48)

“I was thinking we could have the good old steak, roasted potatoes and salad. What do you think?”

“Yes please! We should totally make cookies or brownies for dessert.” I smile.

“Can’t argue with you on that.” He nods approvingly and we start filling the cart with what we need for tonight. He picks up a bottle of wine while I look at all the chocolate possibilities and settle on an assortment of Belgian chocolate.

As usual, Spencer insists on paying, and I don’t have it in me to argue so we join the queue to pay before heading home with way too much food just for just two people.

Just as we are about to enter the building, Valentine and a gorgeous redhead walk out. Spencer gives me a look. “I knew he had a thing for redheads,” he whispers. I roll my eyes at him and greet them.

“Hey, Valentine.” I smile.

“Hey.” Valentine replies and chuckles when he sees the look on Spencer’s face. “This is Amy. Amy, this is Haven, my neighbor and Spencer, her protector, bodyguard, best friend, he has many labels.” He chuckles making Amy giggle.

“Nice to meet you guys,” she says with a wide smile.

“Likewise,” Spencer says and even though he’s smiling, I can’t tell his not too happy to be near Valentine again. At least he’s not openly showing his distaste this time.

“We should go in otherwise the ice cream is going to melt.” I remind Spencer.

“It’s cold out, Have, it’s not going to melt that quickly.” I groan and shake my head at him.

“Men never understand the importance of ice cream,” Amy says understanding me completely.

“Tell me about it!” I exclaim. “And in man speak: hurry your ass inside, we are keeping them from their date.”

“Oh.” Spencer and Valentine both snicker and shrug at each other. “Who knew?”

“Men…” Valentine leans into Spencer and whispers something to him. What’s with all of the men in my life keeping secrets from me? Both men clap each other’s shoulders and Spencer leads me into the building. “What was that about?”

“You’ll see.” He smirks as we get into the elevator.

“Enough with that! Seriously!” I sigh.

“Trust me, it’ll be good. You’ll know what he was up to in a few hours.”

“What the hell?” I ask totally confused as the elevator opens and we walk to my door.

“Trust me, Have,” he pleads.

“Fine.” I concede defeat and unlock my door. I can’t help but laugh as we catch Bernard playing around with one of his toys which he misses and ends up sliding into the wall.

“Smooth, Bernie,” Spencer laughs until I scream as I see the toy move of its own accord. “What the f*ck, Have? You’re going to scare the whole building.” I jump on the couch and point at the mouse Bernard was playing with. “Aww poor little thing.” Bernard tries to pounce on it, but Spencer picks it up before he can get there. “It’s okay little dude. You’re safe now.” He smiles and pets the mouse.

“Weirdo.” I tell him as I tentatively climb off the couch and snort when I see Bernard glaring at Spencer’s hands. Spencer disappears outside, probably to release the little critter and I can’t help but wonder if he’d try to put it in Valentine’s apartment. I giggle at the idea.

I put all of the food and wine in the fridge and go to my room to change into something a lot more comfortable. I make a beeline dash for the bathroom halfway through getting changed since Spencer hasn’t returned yet and I forgot my shorts and hoodie were in the bathroom. I take the opportunity to remove my makeup and pull my hair up into a messy bun whilst making sure I don’t look like a mad woman. I still want to look somewhat good for Spencer.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I stop when I see Bernard and Spencer having a standoff. Spencer is sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter and Bernard is perched on the kitchen counter in front of him. They are both staring at each other with Spencer threatening Bernard.

“No eating the mouse. They are not toys or food. Mice are our friends. Capiche?” He keeps his gaze fixed onto Bernard who just sniffs his face and hops off the counter. “I thought we were best buds and that I could get through to him.” He sighs dramatically when he sees me.

“You are a f*cking weirdo.” I deadpan.

“Ah you love me that way so it’s cool.” He shrugs and kisses my head on his way to the bathroom. More than you know.

I start to prep the potatoes and roasted veggies as we forgot to buy salad, I’m leaving the meat cooking to Spencer. He’s very picky with how his meat is cooked so it’s best to leave it to him. I don’t want him to throw a tantrum because I overcooked his steak. It would be the start of World War III for sure. I drizzle some olive oil, Himalayan pink salt and pepper over the veggies, before putting them in the oven to cook.

I get everything ready to make the cookies and start making the dough from scratch. Spencer had the brilliant idea to make ice cream sandwiches for dessert and I’m not one to pass that down or any dessert for that matter. I love my sugary treats too much.

I suddenly feel hands on my hips and let out a loud shriek. “What the f*ck? Seriously Spence, that’s twice in two hours!” I slap his arm with cookie dough coated hands.