Chapter 60
Emma tried to look away, but it was too late. Spencer called her over.
“Emma!” he called. “Don’t go. Come here.” Emma reluctantly walked over. “This is my friend,” he said to the woman he was arguing with. “I’d like to speak with her. Can you leave us?”
“But I…”
“Please, just go.”
The woman glared at Emma, but said nothing else and left. Emma felt a surge of disappointment. Spencer had always seemed so sweet, but it turned out he was just like Will.
“Sorry I missed you at the final,” he said. “How about grabbing a cup of coffee or something now that I have you?
“Oh yeah, sure,” Emma agreed. She was reluctant to go with him. But she had no reason to say no.
“Great, I know this great spot. It’s right down the street.”
“Okay.”
“Sorry I used you like that just now,” he said as they walked. “That was my ex. She, um, cheated on me and now is trying to get me to take her back. I saw you and figured I could use you to get away from her.”
“Oh!” Emma was embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. “I’m sorry that happened to you. The same thing happened to me.”
“Ex’s, am I right?” Spencer joked to lighten the mood as they arrived at the coffee shop. He opened the door for her, and escorted her to a small table by the window.
“Yeah. So why weren’t you at the final anyway?”
“There’s a big project I’m overseeing and it needed my attention today. The judges allowed me to present at a later time.”
“Must be nice to be you,” she teased.
“It does have some advantages,” he laughed.
“I heard though, that you did very well. I do hope you’ll consider my offer to work for me. We’d be lucky to have you.”
“Thank you, Spencer. I’m flattered, but I can’t accept. I want to earn my own job. And while I know you’re aren’t asking me because we’re friends, I wouldn’t feel right accepting. I don’t want to rely on favoritism. I want to go through the process like everyone else.”
“That’s noble, and I respect that,” he smiled, but sounded a little disappointed. “So, what’s with the cake? He asked, switching gears. “Did you buy it for someone?”
“Uh…” she stammered. “No. I was just practicing. I used to bake and wanted to see if I could recreate my mom’s old recipe,” she lied. Spencer seemed to detect that she was lying, but didn’t press it. “Would you like some?” she offered.
“I would!”
They shared cake and laughed in the coffee shop for much longer than either had intended. He was funny and sweet. And if Will could see other women and lie about it, why couldn’t she see Spencer. If she was smart, she would fall in love with someone like Spencer and not Will. *Too bad I’m so stupid.*
“Look at the time!” Spencer laughed as he realized they’d been there for a couple of hours. “I’ve got to go. Do you need a ride home?”
“No, my driver can pick me up.”
“Ooo, a driver,” Spencer teased. “I forgot; you’re living that high society life now.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she rolled her eyes.
“Everything is okay though, right? You can always talk to me, Emma,” he placed his hand on her shoulder and his playful tone was gone. He was a concerned friend.
“Yes, everything is fine. It’s just a lot to get used to,” she lied. “It was great seeing you, Spencer.”
“You too. Thanks for the cake.”
“You’re welcome.”
They went their separate ways. When Spencer was out of sight, she called Jack and had him pick her up. He could tell by Emma’s demeanor that the day had not gone as planned as so he didn’t bring it up. She bade him good night when they arrived, even though it was late afternoon. Emma sat on the couch, eating the rest of the cake on her own for the rest of the day. Will never called her or messaged her. She waited there like an idiot, and she felt more foolish with every minute that passed.
The thought of Will with another woman was torture. He didn’t even need another woman. She had taken sex off the table, but considering their wedding night, she figured he would believe that part of the deal was gone.
She lied to herself saying that what really bothered her was that he was lying to her. But she knew that wasn’t true. She wanted Will to want to be with her. And it was clear he didn’t want that. Emma had allowed herself to hope that he would develop feelings for her.
“I’m such an idiot.”
Even though she knew she was being stupid, she held out hope that Will would call her. But he didn’t not once. He didn’t call; he didn’t come home.
It was around midnight when she realized:
“He’s not coming home tonight.”
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