24. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Quarters were cramped at my condo now that Spencer's stuff was slowly creeping in. While I liked the fact that he was spending so much time at my place, we really needed to be in a bigger space like at his McMansion.
But if I wanted to actually spend the night on Spencer's super plush California king bed, then we needed to get Carter out of Spence's house.
I hated the fact that Carter made me his de facto project manager for his house renovation. Between my real job and making sure four professional hockey players wouldn't starve, forget their clothes, and gigs, and God knew what else they came up with, I didn't have time to chase down construction crews or hunt down permits.
As I was going through emails on my laptop, Spencer came downstairs all shirtless. He had a smile on his face. "Please tell me that you're working on getting Carts out of my place."
I giggled and grabbed the t-shirt that was on the chair beside me, "Put on a shirt."
He easily caught the shirt, but he just stared at me. Waiting for my answer.
I quirked an eyebrow. I could barely think with his six-pack staring at me, and I had work to do. He slowly covered his abs with the shirt.
"Yes and no. I finally have dates from the contractor to finish the bathroom, but thanks to all the delays, we need to renew the building permits."
"Damn. So we'll have to continue hanging out here."
That hit a chord. Yes, it was smaller, and I was itching to spend some time at Spencer's place, but my place was still damn nice.
As I slugged him, I said, "Dude, don't knock my place."
He held up his hands and said, "I meant no harm. But you've been bitching about how small the bed is with the two of us. I have no qualms being here as long as you’re mine."