Perfect Fit by Taige Crenshaw Page A

with Dris?”
    “No. It’s nothing. Just a cramp in my leg.” She lied and didn’t regret it—she couldn’t tell him what was wrong. To admit it would open wounds she didn’t want to. Not now. Maybe never. You promised to talk about things. She pushed that thought away.
    “Let me take a look.” Spencer went to stand.
    “Only if you go north of my leg right in the centre.” Regina smiled innocently.
    “Behave, Regina.” Spencer settled back in his chair.
    “What? There’s aching too.” Regina blinked. “Aren’t you a doctor who is supposed to treat people? I need treatment, Doctor.”
    “Stop.” He laughed and picked up his fork. “Now, about our date. If nothing comes up tomorrow night, we can go out.”
    “Aren’t you working the night shift?” Regina opened her own container.
    “Not after today. I switched back to days,” he stated.
    Regina stopped, staring at him. “Why?”
    “You know, before a year ago, I used to work day shift.” He shrugged. “Time to go back to it.”
    Regina realised it was because of her. He’d been working day shift since he’d taken over the ER so they could spend time together, which had been difficult with them working opposing hours. That he’d done so again now it made her know, more than ever, he was serious about giving them a chance. She took a breath and vowed to meet him halfway.
    “I’d love to go on a date with you tomorrow, Mr Jacobs.” Regina placed her hand on the table.
    Spencer put his hand on top of hers. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty in our foyer, Mrs Jacobs.”
    She breathed deeply—she loved hearing him say it, and he knew it. Regina squirmed in her chair, fighting the urge to go around the table and kiss him. Spencer’s grin told her he knew the effect he was having on her. She returned his smile and watched his fade as his eyes widened.
    “It’s not good to tempt me, Doc.”
    “Christ, they’re playing doctor already. Get a room, guys.” Dakota strolled in carrying a container and a drink.
    Regina frowned at him. “We are in a room…my office, to be exact. I’m having lunch with my husband .” She looked at Spencer. He winked and chuckled. Regina glanced back at Dakota, then frowned when she spotted Blake then the rest of her partners entering—all carrying food from Braxton’s. Julianne came in last with Keenan Callaghan, her fiancé.
    “Are we having a party?”
    “Spencer deigned to grace up with his presence. It is a party that we haven’t had in a long time,” Dakota retorted.
    “F—”
    “Behave, Reggie.” Spencer moved to her side of the table, bringing his food with him. He sat on the arm of her chair.
    Julianne took a seat and Keenan the other. The others spread out around them, some sitting on chairs and others the floor. Before she knew it, they were all eating and chatting. Spencer was even getting along with Blake. Regina shook her head. She should have known they would find their way here. It happened whenever Spencer came by for lunch, which was rarely. They were all close so when he came by, the partners found their way to join them for lunch. Spencer used to come to many of their functions or get-togethers, but it was iffy as to whether he actually stayed or was called into the hospital. Regina leaned against him and ate her food without really tasting it. She was just enjoying being with him and their friends.
    Spencer’s cell rang, and he glanced at the display, then at her. Regina placed his partially finished lunch in the bag as he answered. She didn’t listen to his conversation, already knowing what was coming. It was usually a variation of what happened, but the same result—he was leaving for an emergency. She was used to it as a doctor’s wife. She smiled even as she thought it. She hadn’t felt like one in a while.
    “Sorry, guys, gotta go,” Spencer spoke, capturing her attention.
    Their friends and Blake gave him their goodbyes. Regina rose and lifted the bag, carrying it as she