Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(72)

“It’s in the car.” He smiles and grabs my bag and Bernard’s travel case.

“He’s coming too?” I beam.

“Of course. I’m not leaving him here on his own.” He frowns as if to say I’m crazy to even consider leaving him.

“Valentine could have watched him.” I shrug and follow him outside after making sure everything is turned off. I lock the front door and we walk down the stairs.

“Nope.”

“Back to being moody about him?”

“No, we’re cool.” He smiles at me and props open the front door of the building for me to walk ahead of me.

“Thank you. Are you ever going to tell me what you two talked about the other night?” I press.

“Manly stuff.”

“Manly stuff?” I scoff.

“Yes. It’s nothing much really. Just about how I felt about you and what my issue with him was and that’s it.” He shrugs.

“I know there’s more to it than that, but I’ll let you keep that a secret, the last thing I want is to fight.”

“Smart choice.” He smiles and puts my bag and Bernard on the back seat before handing me a box of donuts.

“So you’re saying that if I kept asking we’d fight?” I raise my eyebrow and open the donut box, I’m salivating just from looking at them.

“No. It’s just one of those things, like girl talk, you never say what you girls talk about, it’s the same thing.” He smiles. “Nothing bad was said. We didn’t threaten each other or anything. Don’t worry.”

“Alright. Well I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, or anything else.” I look at him and take a bite of peanut butter filled donut.

“Have, you’ve been here for me for over twenty years, you’re the only person I would come to.” He looks at me with a serious expression on his face and a slight smile playing on his lips.

“I’m glad you do,” I say around a mouthful of dough, covering my mouth with my hand.

“God, you’re gross for a lady.” He chuckles and starts driving, taking a sugar glazed donut from the box.

“Nothing new there.” I shrug and keep eating. “How long ‘til we get there?”

“Two hours.” He smiles and turns on the radio for some background music.

“Two hours? Where the hell are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He’s got that smug look on his face, yet again.

“We’ll need to stop for a coffee. There’s no way I can handle a two hour drive without any caffeine.”

“I was planning on going to the Starbucks drive thru.”

“Sounds good to me.” I smile and turn around to check on Bernard who’s already asleep in his crate. “Wait. You’ve packed enough clothes for a couple of days, I have work tomorrow.” I look at him confused.

“Don’t worry about anything, it’s all been taken care of.” He beams.

“Really?” I look at him skeptical.

“Yes, I called Matt and asked for your boss’ number who I then called to ask for a couple of days off.” He shrugs.

“And he said yes? Just like that?”

“Yeah, he said he was quite happy with your work and that you deserved a break.”

“You’re bullshitting me.” I chuckle.

“I’m not. You’re due back into work on Thursday. That leaves us four days to spend together, just the two of us.” He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“That’s so sweet of you.” I sigh happily.

“I try my best.”

“You don’t have to work too hard for that. You’re the best boyfriend ever already.” I grin.

“I know. I’m the shit.” He fist pumps the air.

“And a humble at that.” I giggle.

“Always.” He kisses my wrist and sneakily takes the last bite of my donut.

“You’ll pay for that when we stop.” I glare at him.

“Are you sure? There’s another box in the trunk.”

“There is?” I ask, hope filling my voice.

“Yes.”

“Spencer, if there’s not, you better run, and run fast.”

“I swear, there is another box.” He smiles at me.

“Alright.” I kiss his cheek and we spend the rest of the drive singing along to the radio to Bernard’s despair. Little furry bastard kept meowing and hissing at us.

Two hours later, we come to a stop in front of a massive cabin with a long deck stretching around it. The area is quite secluded but you don’t have to walk miles to see another cabin as we passed a few on the way which is reassuring. I’d hate to think we’re the only ones around at this time of the year. I’ve definitely seen enough horror movies to know that it’s a bad f*cking idea to come to a remote place like this at this time of the year.

Spencer parks under a shelter where there are a couple of spaces for cars.

“What is this place?” I get out of the car, taking my bag and Bernard’s crate with me.

“Valentine’s cabin.” He smiles.

“What?” I look at him shocked.

“When we talked, I mentioned that I wanted to take you somewhere within driving distance because I know you’d never get on a plane and he told me about this place, showed me some pictures and I knew you would love it here.” He shrugs as if it was nothing.