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Jenny sighs, then says, “There was also a guy who came in here last night looking for you, and I told him you’d quit.”
I shift my attention out the glass door and slide out of bed. I’m too distracted to reply to Gary as I walk to the door, unlock it, and step out onto the patio.
It’s a fresh morning. Goose bumps rise as the cool breeze brushes over my skin.
“Wait, Jenny...” I hold my breath, hoping she’s still there.
“Yeah?” she grumbles.
“Uh...who was it that was looking for me? Did he give you a name?”
Jenny releases a huff. “I don’t know. Some guy. Said he was family like I said.”
“Thanks, Jenny. I’m sorry about that. I really am.” I grimace and end the call before she can say anything as I wrap my arms around myself.
Who would be looking for me there?
Could it be my father or possibly someone from Hunter’s family who was at the diner?
“Why is this happening to me?” I ask the forest that stands proud and tall in front of me.
“Because you’re someone important.”
I spin around at the sound of May’s voice. Her slim body leans against the doorway leading from my room to the patio with her arms folded. She’s wearing a fitted dark pair of jeans with a light pink and white floral button-up shirt. Very country-like.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “What? Do you and Hunter practice those lines together?” My lips purse.
May simply laughs. “You have your father’s smartass attitude.” She shakes her head.
“I think he went to my old place of work last night.”
May’s brow furrows. “Last night, you say?”
I nod, not taking my eyes off her.
She shakes her head, then unfolds her arms and rubs her hands on her dark jeans. “Well, get dressed, and come have some breakfast.”
I open my mouth to respond, but she’s turned her back and is now rushing out my bedroom door. “Was it something I said?” I mumble.
Stepping back inside, I catch a faint smell. It causes my heart rate to spike. It’s Hunter’s woodsy scent. My eyes trail around my room, but he’s not there.
Picking up the top of my shirt, I smell it. His scent is all over my clothes. I grab a new shirt from the closet, slip off my old Hunter-scented one, and toss it to the floor. My door flies open, and my hands instantly react. I cover my chest, even though I have a sports bra on, but it probably shouldn’t worry me, given he pretty much saw everything in the shower last night.
“What the hell?”
Hunter stops, assesses my attire, and promptly turns around, shutting the door. I pull the fresh shirt over my head while Hunter stands there. “Sorry for barging in.”
“Ya think so?” I snap.
All the bitterness he left with me last night returns the moment he speaks.
He doesn’t want you, Aelina. He probably wants you dead.
He sighs, his shoulders sagging. “Can I talk to you, please?”
“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I? You’re in here, so speak.” I fold my arms across my chest and put on my best not-interested-in-you face—pursed lips, angry eyes, and a furrowed brow all make the list.
Hunter turns, his stare causing my breath to hitch. Right away, I hate myself for my reaction. He is dressed as though he’s about to go strutting down the catwalk—black suit pants and a light blue button-up shirt. My thoughts reflect on last night and how my fingers traced over the perfection of his body.
