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wrong move would send him running again. Spencer’s expression softened, and he placed his hand on the table. Regina lifted a shaking hand and rested it over his.
    “I’m not leaving so easily, Reggie.” He squeezed her hand. “Just like you’ll chase me down if I leave. I won’t let you retreat from me. Not this time. Okay?”
    Regina let out a harsh breath and returned the squeeze. “Okay.”
    “Now I know what you used in the marinade.”
    “You haven’t even tasted it yet. There is no way you can know.” She shook her head.
    “Told you my skills have gotten better.” He tapped his nose. “Used this. I smelt balsamic vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce and garlic. And if I’m not mistaken, Dijon mustard.”
    “How did you figure that?” Regina stared, stumped.
    “Dris got me to actually like Dijon mustard. Can’t get enough of the stuff.”
    “I’ll remember that.”
    “Good.” He winked. “Now tell me how your break is going. And, oh yeah, I saw on the calendar”—he pointed to the calendar on the wall by the door—“you’re going next weekend for the pillows. Just so happens I’m off that day. What time do you want to go?”
    Regina was pleased he wanted to go pillow shopping with her. On a yearly basis they changed the pillows on their beds and made a day of it, going to some of their other favourite shops. “About nine, we can get started.” She picked up her fork and knife. “The break is going well. We’re taking a month instead this time. We needed a break—we’ve been so busy.”
    “I know. I’ve seen the new place—Moments Deuce. It turned out well.”
    She lowered her fork, shocked. “How did you see it?”
    “Dakota showed me.” Spencer lowered his head, smiling sheepishly. “He comes by Dris’ to hang out, and I can’t shut him up about what has been going on with you.”
    Regina wasn’t sure if she was upset or pleased that one of her business partners, Dakota Campbell, had been seeing Spencer and hadn’t mentioned it to her. All this time, she’d thought he’d cut everyone off from his life who had anything to do with her.
    “At least he tried to be subtle, unlike Rayne, who comes to cook and tells me I’m an ass. Or Paris. God, I never knew she could swear like she does. Get her around a sports game and she becomes a sailor. Bryon is…”
    Regina listened, shocked, as he went through all her partners and many of the Locke family and their mutual friends, and how they all had been keeping him informed about her and trying to convince him he was an ass.
    “All those people. None of them said a word.”
    “At first I thought you’d sent them. But then I realised you hadn’t.” Spencer shook his head. “We have a set of interfering people in our life. But living with one is worse.”
    “Dris? Why would he be trying to convince you of anything to do with me?” Regina winced as she heard how harsh her tone was.
    Spencer looked at her sharply. “Why wouldn’t he? He loves you. You’re family, Regina.”
    I almost killed him. She shut down the thought before any memories could form. She didn’t say anything further on the subject of Spencer’s brother and focused on her food.
    “Regina.”
    “How’s work at the hospital?” she asked, cutting a piece of steak, then looking at him.
    Spencer looked like he had a question, and when he opened his mouth, she clenched her fork. “It’s good. Crazy as usual. This p…”
    Regina relaxed as he changed the subject. She listened as he filled her in on some of the funny things that happened at the hospital.
    This almost feels like old times. We can do this, find each other again. Throughout dinner, they talked with the old camaraderie of before. Slowly, she felt relief, and more importantly, hope seeped in. Later, after they’d finished eating, he shooed her out of the kitchen while he cleaned. In the living room, Regina sat on the couch. She spotted the divorce papers that were still on the centre