Free Losing Control by Jessica Jarman

aversion to dating an artist.”
    “We’re not exactly dating,” Spence quipped. “Haven’t quite cleared that hurdle. I’m pretty sure she still thinks we’re incompatible.”
    “Apparently not in every way,” his friend said dryly.
    “I’m not discussing that.”
    “Well, thank God for that.” Cal gave an exaggerated shudder. “You don’t think…what just happened changes all her incompatibility arguments?”
    “Nah.” Spence watched Maggie as she and Kate danced. Her swaying hips and shimmying body were giving him a whole host of ideas. He cursed inwardly at the hold the woman had over him in so short a time. “If anything, it’ll probably make her work harder to find someone who fits her perfect guy checklist.”
    “And you’re okay with that?”
    Hell no.
    He shrugged. “I can be patient. And I’m not going anywhere.”
    Cal slapped him on the back. “Good to hear. Now, I think,” he nodded toward where the guests were gathering, “it’s time for cake.”
    The two joined the group, and Maggie sidled up beside Spence. He looked down in surprise when she grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers. She smiled at him before turning her focus back to her brother and his bride. When she leaned slightly into him, Spence squeezed her hand and grinned. Yeah, whether she liked it or not, he wasn’t going anywhere.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Spence lifted a hand and knocked. He stood outside Maggie’s office at the bookstore, balancing a box one-armed. Cal had asked him to drop it off on his way to pick up some lunch. Spence suspected it was just a way to get him to see Maggie. Cal had his matchmaker’s hat firmly in place. And Spence wasn’t above using that to his advantage any time he could. Cal saved him from making an excuse to seek her out. It’d been several days since the wedding, and while he’d wanted to give her a little space initially, it was clear he’d have to make the first step.
    “Come in.”
    Pushing the door open, he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of Maggie behind her desk, focused on the computer in front of her. A slight furrow between her brows showed her concentration on what she was seeing. When she glanced up, her lips opened in an “O” then she smiled.
    “Spencer, hi.”
    “Hey, Cal sent this over for you. Some books he borrowed a while back, I think.”
    “Oh, go ahead and just set it by the door.”
    Once he straightened, he noticed her looking at the screen again and shaking her head. “What’s up?”
    She pressed her lips together, staring at him a moment, then shook her head again. “It’s some of the responses I’m getting from…you know, the online thing.”
    He struggled to keep his expression neutral. “Ah, too many to choose from?”
    She laughed. “Apparently, I bring the freaks out. This guy here,” she gestured to the screen, “apparently wants to be upfront with me about his dating, and sexual, history. He then goes into specific details. I may need to scrub my eyes with bleach. This other guy, well, he seems… I don’t know. He talks a lot about his mother and how much he’d like me to meet her.”
    “Sounds a bit too Psycho for my liking,” he commented.
    “Right? But this,” she tapped a few buttons, “ this is the gem of the week. ‘I notice in your profile you only have a headshot. Could you please send me a full-length photo of yourself? I’m not being perverted or anything, I swear. I feel I should be completely honest. I’m looking to settle down and start a family. I need to know the woman I end up with is in good physical health. As children in my family tend to be large, ten or more pounds at birth, having child-bearing hips is a must for my future wife. It would be very helpful if you could also include a detailed health history in your reply. I look forward to getting to know you.’”
    Spence’s lips twitched. “So when’s the first date? He sounds dreamy .”
    Maggie snorted. “This is the