Maggie looked up from where she sat on Spencer’s sofa, laptop resting on her knees. He stood with the fridge open, peering at her over the door. “Sure, a bottle of water if there’s any left. Thanks.” She smiled then turned back to the spreadsheets before her. It was technically her day off, but she wanted to get some things straight before she actually relaxed. Spencer walked over and handed her the cold bottle. Accepting it, she twisted off the cap and took a long drink. “So,” she licked her lips, “what’s your day look like?” It’d been a couple weeks since Maggie had started her get-Spence-out-of-her-system strategy. By all accounts, it was a huge failure—she was no closer to being done with the man than she had been at the beginning—but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The time with him had been…in a word, awesome. She found she truly enjoyed being with him, and not just in the bedroom—or against the wall—department. The best days the past few weeks had been just in his company, lazy mornings in bed, long afternoons watching baseball on the couch, just coming home after work to him.
