Chapter 17

Spencer hadn’t accomplished a damn thing since Lindsey went out of town.

The computer at the workshop had been bookmarked up the ass with celebrity gossip sites and entertainment channels.

He was a man obsessed. Every time he saw a photo of Lindsey, always behind her sister he wanted to jump inside the monitor and be with her.

As much as he wanted to believe they had a chance of being together, he knew Lindsey was too committed to her job as her sister’s assistant.

Spencer closed the workshop early and headed for his parents’ home. He needed to have a heart-to-heart with them.

He took his time walking to their home, trying to sort out his mind and his heart.

When Spencer stepped through the door, the smell of fresh-baked bread hit him immediately, and his stomach rumbled as his mom greeted him.

“What a lovely surprise,” she said, wiping the flour from her hands on a towel.

“I wanted to talk with you about something.”

His mother’s expression turned curious as she waved a hand toward the kitchen table. Spencer moved to sit as she placed a plate of the fresh, hot bread in the center, butter melting off the top.

Removing her apron, she tossed it on the counter before joining him at the table.

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

Spencer had no idea where to begin. “It’s just ... I miss her, Mom.”

“Mel? Of course, you miss her. You had something going for a lot of years...”

“No, not Mel. I miss Lindsey,” he corrected her.

Suddenly at a loss for words, he dropped his gaze and focused on a knot in the wood table.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” she asked.

It wasn’t the response he expected.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Spence, when Mel cheated on you with that young actor...”

“You knew?”

“Son, I’m old, not stupid. You were gentleman enough not to say anything. Probably trying to spare some pain to Mel’s parents...” she checked on her son and he moved his head up and down. “But you wouldn’t have given up on your relationship so easily unless something really serious happened. Then, when the gossip TV shows started to report she and that cocky young actor were a couple, I got it.

“After that, you never went out with another girl even when you had every single girl in Middletown swarming around you like flies.

“I always figured you’d eventually heal and move on, but you didn’t. And every year that passed, you become sadder and sadder, feeling sorry for yourself. You put your love life on hold.”

She reached across the table and took his warm hand in hers.

“Love is knocking at your door again, what are you going to do?”

Spencer moved his shoulders up and let them fall. “What can I do?”

Her mother’s expression was stern when she said, “You don’t give up. You don’t quit. Go get that girl. Go to LA, find her, and tell her how you feel.”

She saw the doubt on her son’s face. “Unless that’s not what you want?”