Spencer gives us a quick nod. “Of course. I sent June and Miranda out for the afternoon. Can I make you a picnic to send with you?” “No,” I answer, taking him in. Fuck, he wants us to go. “I’m glad you gave them the afternoon off. You should take it too.” He shakes his head. “I have things to manage here. The keys are in the boat. I had it serviced this morning.”
