Why does it matter that she knows I’m self-employed?
“I didn’t know that.” She bends forward and picks up her purse. “But I’m glad I caught you. I have to go now, but I’m really happy we talked and didn’t argue. I might be able to sleep tonight now.”
I know I won’t.
“Do you prefer to be called Abigail?”
Again, she lifts a brow and makes the ‘hm’ sound.
“You mentioned using the names our mothers gave us. Jess called you Abby yesterday. She also says Ab sometimes.”
“And my brothers call me Abby Cadabby, or kiddo.”
“What do you prefer?”
I hate that when she smiles, her eyes light up. One green, one blue.
“I like it when you call me Abigail. So few do, it’s kinda like…” She pauses. “I don’t know. It’s kinda like you see the real me. You saw the breast thing, when so few others do.”
I frown.
“I’m going to go now.” She hitches her bag onto her shoulder. “Thank you for seeing me. I’m truly happy we could do this and clear the air. Jess will be in a few more times over the next week, and I didn’t want it to be awkward if you had to come with her. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Serrano.”
“Spencer.” I swallow. “Call me the name my momma gave me.”
She grins and turns the door handle. “Okay.”
“Abigail.” I step forward when she pauses. “Let me know if you need help with the strength conditioning thing. I don’t know if you noticed, but maybe I know a thing or two about weight training.”
She looks me up and down with a smile. “I couldn’t tell. I figured maybe you forgot to go to the gym this year. Your legs look a little thin.”
It’s like she called my mother ugly.How dare she?
“I never skip leg day!”
When she giggles, it’s like a punch to my gut that leaves me almost woozy.
“I could do up a plan for you,” I continue. “A special diet that would help you gain ten or twenty pounds. Not fat, but healthy muscle. It’ll be good for you.”
“I don’t think so, Spencer. But thank you for the offer.”
“Learn to shoot, then.” I grab her arm in the same place I grabbed it yesterday. She doesn’t jump out of her skin, and unlike yesterday, she doesn’t tell me to get lost. “You make it so I can’t sleep now. You need to be able to defend yourself. I own the shooting range just outside town. You could shoot anytime you want, as many rounds as you want, any gun you want. Free of charge. I have a massive collection you could choose from. If I don’t own the gun you want, then it hasn’t been manufactured yet, in which case I might know someone who could make it for you.”
“Thank you, Spencer. But like I said, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She has to fold her neck back to maintain eye contact. “If we see each other in the street, I’d love for you to say hello. We can be friends. But I won’t be coming to shoot or work out with you.” She pats my arm, and blushes a little when she realizes how small her hand is in comparison. “It was nice to meet you.”