Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law

Judy's POV

I could hear the shower from the living room. Spencer excused himself to shower,

leaving me alone for the time being. There were no TVs, probably because there

was no cable this deep in the forest, but there were a ton of books. I didn't know

Spencer was a reader; we never really talked about it these last couple of weeks.

After going through some of the books on his shelf, I decided to go into the

kitchen to grab a drink of water. I hadn't realized how parched I was until that very

moment. But my throat was dry, probably from how much I was crying. I stepped

into the modernly updated kitchen, surprised by how spacious and beautiful it

was. It didn't look like a kitchen in a cabin, but a kitchen in a loving home.

As I walked around the granite counter island to get to the fridge, I accidently

brushed against Spencer's coat, which was sprawled on top of the counter,

landing it on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and was about to place it back on the

counter when something fell out of his pocket.

I frowned down at the masking spray.

Masking spray isn't supposed to leave the pack ground without the Alpha's

permission; he could have accidently put it in his pocket and brought it with him. It

wasn't unlikely that he'd forget about it, so I put the masking spray back into his

pocket, which is when my fingers brushed across something else.

It was a piece of paper. Against my better judgment, I pulled the paper out of his

pocket and unfolded it, furrowing my brows when I saw that they were

coordinates.

Coordinates for what?

I tried to think back: the coordinates were somewhat familiar, but I didn't have

enough time to analyze them too closely.

I heard the shower turning off and movement coming from the bathroom around

the corner, and I knew I needed to put this stuff away before he caught me

snooping. I grabbed a sticky note off the fridge and a pen out of the pen cup. I

scribbled down the coordinates on the sticky and shoved it into my bra. Just as I

heard the bathroom door opening, I shoved the original coordinate paper back

into Spencer's coat pocket.

"What are you doing with my coat?" Spencer asked, frowning as he walked into

the kitchen.

"Oh, I accidently knocked it down," I confessed. "I was just picking it back up.

Sorry."

He nodded and reached for his coat.

"It's fine. So, are you hungry? I can

make some food," he suggested,

placing his coat on the back of the

dining chair before turning to face

me, asmile lighting up his boyish

features. Now that he was showered

and changed out of his gamma

uniform, he looked more like the

friend I was starting to know.

He wore a plain T-shirt and a pair of

shorts that rested at his knees.

Spencer admittedly had a nice body,

but it only brought me back to Gavin,

who had the body of a God. I don't

think anyone could ever be as good

ashim, and my cheeks flushed at

the very thought.

"I could eat," I tell him.

He nodded and walked around the kitchen island to reach the fridge. He started to

pull out ingredients, and my brows raised. I imagined he would make something

frozen, so this was a surprising turn of events.

"You cook?" I asked him as he laid out the ingredients.

He grinned.

"I make some pretty mean dishes," he told me with a slight shrug. "I'm making

risotto. It's my grandmother's recipe."

"Did she teach you how to cook?" I asked, trying to make conversation to distract

myself.

"Yeah, she always said a way to a woman's heart is through her stomach," he

said with a light chuckle. "She said she wanted to teach me to cook so I don't die

alone."

I laughed.

"Your grandmother is a wise

woman," I tell him. I've met her anoveldrama

couple of times, and she's the

sweetest. She always has

home cooked meals prepared and

baked goods that make her entire

small home smell incredible.

Spencer's grandmother wasn't just

his, she was everybody's. She shined

a light on the pack, and everyone

could feel it. I'm honored to have

met her, and the heart of this pack.

"She's one of the best," Spencer agreed with a thoughtful smile. But I didn't miss

the lingering darkness that flashed through them, and it made me frown. It was

almost like a dark thought that had crossed his mind.

At that moment, I wondered what he was thinking.

"She's lucky to have someone like you to take care of her," I tell him. "I know

things haven't been easy after your parents died."