He’d spelled it out as clearly as he would the steps of their training process.“I like that plan.Feel better.”
“Stay strong.I love you.”
“I love you too.”She didn’t think she could say it enough now that they’d started telling each other.
He touched his fingers to the screen in a gesture that melted Misty’s heart.She returned it, wishing she was touching his warm skin and not this cool glass, before his face faded away.
Tish came out of the bathroom with glowing skin and a silk scarf wrapped around her head.“I’ve flossed, brushed my teeth, washed my hair, deep conditioned it, shaved everything, plucked my eyebrows, exfoliated, and done a face mask.I hope you said everything you needed to because I’m out of things to do.”
“We said it all.”Misty put her phone in the charger before lying back on the bed with a dreamy smile.
Chapter Thirty-One
“You look like you’rein a good mood,” Dr.Kaur said.
After his call with Misty, Spencer had showered and washed his hair before getting in bed and sleeping like a rock.He’d gone into his morning shave with a refreshed spring in his step, and he hadn’t been able to ignore the sensation of getting rid of the past few days’ bad vibes along with the dead skin and facial hair.Feeling physically better couldn’t help but give his mood a little boost, and getting everything off his chest, the good and the bad, had done the greatest number on that.“I told Misty everything.What happened before, what I’m going through now, and how I feel about her.”
“How did she take it?”
“She heard me out, which was more than I had any right to after the way I treated her.Then we talked about everything we should’ve before she left.”
“And how did that turn out?”
“We love each other.”It came out as surprised and giddy as he felt at the thought.“We both have some busy days ahead of us, but we’ll be together again after we’re back in the same city.I’m going to talk to my boss about it today, but we didn’t do anything wrong when we were under contract.”
The thought boosted his spirits, but Dr.Kaur’s expression didn’t change.“And have you talked about what you two are going to do if she makes the team and is away for a few more months?”
“I’ll know more about that next week.Tell you about it then.”
“No, you won’t,” the therapist reminded him.“We’re closed for business on Thanksgiving.”
Somewhere along the way, Thanksgiving had completely slipped Spencer’s mind.Then again, between his increasingly busy and inventive work schedule, growing mental health struggles, and everything with Misty, perhaps it wasn’t surprising.
“...anything special?”
“What?”The question had gotten lost in the shock of the reminder.
