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After getting off the phone with Chad, I rushed out of my office and got into my car as fast as I could. Something inside me needed to get to Dani as fast as possible so I weaved dangerously in and out of traffic, hoping to beat the evening rush.
I pull into the gravel lot behind the tattoo shop, notice her bike on the premises, and race up the steps to her apartment. I don’t think about asking for permission to go inside. I just go for it, push open the door and everything seems to change in an instant.
She’s standing there in the living area, her eyes shifting to mine. So do his.
Her ex-boyfriend.
I ball my hand into a fist, rage rushing through my veins.
“Hunter? What are you doing here?” Dani stands and approaches me, but my eyes are glued on her ex, who says, “We’re trying to have a talk, man.”
His lips press together, as if he’s angry or sad. I don’t know which. I don’t fucking care either.
“Yeah, well that talk is over. You need to walk out that door and go back to wherever the hell you came from.”
“I don’t want to fight with you,” he says, much more reserved than the first time I met him. Perhaps he’s afraid I’ll knock him on his ass again. I’m certainly in the mood.
I take a measured step toward him. He shrinks away slightly, but before I can take another step, Dani’s hand presses against my chest, holding me back. “Stop it,” she scolds me. “Both of you stop it.”
“Leave. Now,” I say.
Taylor looks at Dani, who just crosses her arms over her chest. When he gets no help from her, he leaves, holding the box he was carrying. He slams the door shut behind him, forcing a glass portrait on the wall to rock against the wall.
When he’s gone, Dani shakes her head. “What are you doing here, Hunter? You can’t just—”
I walk toward her, and she backs up until her back meets the wall. I tower over her, staring down into her eyes. “Why the hell was he here?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, it's my business alright. Everything about you is my business, Dani,” I say, putting my hands on either side of her head. “Because I care about you, dammit. And I don't want that punkass hurting you again—”
She throws herself at me, landing her lips against mine. It’s unexpected, but it’s more than welcome. I throw my arms around her, and lift her slightly in the air until her legs are wrapped around my hips. I drive her backwards until she lands against the wall, kissing her with everything I am.
