I divert my stare across the bike, only to meet Spencer’s tense gaze. His jaw is tight, and his breathing seems shallow, and I gather he just heard our entire conversation. Even Olivia notices, but she didn’t hear my exchange with Tony. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she squeezes it. "Spence, you okay? We’re almost to the bar. You look like you need a shot." He gives her a tight smile before dropping his eyes to his beer. If I had to guess, he’s feeling guilty about how his ‘off-limits’ rule may have impacted my eating disorder.
