When we pulled up in front of Johan and Helga’s bungalow, Nick turned the ignition off and leaned back into his seat.
Myself, I’d lost my quiet composure. I wanted to twist open the Aquavit bottle we’d brought has a gift, and chug whatever I could manage to get down without puking. Instead, I nibbled on my lower lip, listening to Spencer’s quiet breathing.
“I like it when you do that.”
“What? Sit here, and try not have a panic attack?”
“No. That. The lip thing. It’s sexy.”
Whenever Nick said the word sexy, the whole world had an orgasm.
“Come here, O’Reilly.”
I glanced around. “Me?”
“Yes. You. Come here.”
I leaned in. “What?”
“I want you to hold my hand in there,” he whispered into my ear.
Minutes later, we passed the threshold, and we’re welcomed by Lene. She had met Spencer ye
