Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,52
says, “but what happened last week is all water under the bridge now. Spence and I have worked everything out, and I want you guys to just be happy that I’m happy.”
Still clasping Will’s hand, I lean toward him and brush my lips over his in a kiss full of gratitude.
“Fucking hell,” I hear Shay groan. “Okay, I can be tolerant, but happy’s a tough ask. Especially if you insist on sucking face right in front of me.”
“Seriously?” Will says, his voice packed with exasperation. “The amount of PDAs you two force me to endure and you can’t handle one little kiss?”
“Yes, but neither of us are the devil incarnate,” Shay says, gesturing between himself and Jamie.
“I don’t know about that,” I mutter under my breath.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Jamie exclaims with a roll of his eyes. “Seriously, Shay, it’s been six years, you need to let this go.”
Shay’s expression turns thoughtful for a moment before he finally draws in a deep breath and nods. “Okay, fine. I’ll let it go. If he admits it was a knock on.”
Jamie slumps back in his chair, clearly done trying to convince his boyfriend to be reasonable. I catch Will’s eye and see the tentative hope in his gaze, and all I can think is I’ll do anything to make you happy.
Drawing in a heavy breath, I return my gaze to Shay. “Fine. I’ll admit that it might have been a knock on but there’s no way of ever knowing for sure because it was six years ago and there’s no video footage of the incident.” Turning to Will, I say, “Sorry, babe, that’s the best I can do.”
The whole table stares at Shay as he mentally deliberates whether to accept my answer. Finally, he nods, seemingly satisfied. “Okay, that’ll do. We’ll consider the matter settled.”
I hold up a hand. “Not so fast. I need you to admit something too.”
Shay arches a brow at me. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
I offer him a wry smirk. “That there’s no way in hell you’d have contradicted the ref’s call if it were your team who’d scored the winning try.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“Babe,” Jamie interjects, “he’s got you by the balls with that one. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Shay lets out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Just…please don’t ever mention Spencer Cox doing anything to my balls ever again.”
“Agreed,” Will and I say in unison.
Epilogue
Will
* * *
“I’m not sure about this,” Spencer says, his eyes fixed uneasily on the house across from where we’ve parked the Porsche.
“We don’t have to do it today,” I reason, reaching out to rub my hand over his. “We can come back another time. You could bring Emily with you.”
He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want her to know yet.”
I already know this. We’ve had different versions of this same conversation several times over the past couple months. Spencer doesn’t want to tell his sister just yet because he’s trying to protect her from any potential rejection.
I turn my gaze to the house. The one that belongs to Spencer’s mom and her new family. It’s a cute little family home that looks right out of a TV show about a middle-class New Jersey family, with neatly mowed front lawns, a basketball hoop over the garage, and a Christmas wreath hanging on the white front door.
“Do you think they know about us?” Spencer asks.
“I’m not sure. There’s only one way to find out, though.”
With a nod, Spencer finally unclasps his seatbelt and opens the driver’s side door. I open my door and catch up to him, clasping his hand as we walk toward his mother’s house.
The woman who answers the door is in her mid-fifties and absolutely beautiful, even dressed in a hideous Christmas sweater featuring reindeer with felt antlers, and with her chestnut waves piled in a haphazard mess on top of her head. She looks so much like Emily it nearly bowls me over.
When she sees Spencer, her eyes widen into saucers, her mouth opening and closing several times before she’s finally able to say, “Spencer?”
Spencer squeezes my hand, hard, but he doesn’t seem able to put any words together. As the silence stretches on, I finally decide to step in. “Um, hi…Mrs. Kincaid, is it?”
She finally turns her mesmerized gaze from her son and looks at me, blinking a few times as if she’s only just noticed I’m there. “That’s right.”
“I’m Will,” I say, sticking out my free hand.
She shakes it. “It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to come inside?