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.

out of his pocket and unfolded it, furrowing my

Coordinates for what?

coordinates were somewhat familiar, but

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

with my coat?" Spencer asked, frowning

down," I confessed. "I was just

and reached

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

but it only brought me back to Gavin, who had the body of a God. I don't think anyone could ever

could eat,"

kitchen island to reach the fridge. He started to pull out ingredients, and my brows raised. I imagined he would make

him as

He grinned.

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