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His door swung open. Trey poked his head in. “What’s going on?”
Hunter shot to his feet. “Nothing.”
He would have insisted that Trey leave, except he was followed by Kensi, Marshall, and Brooks. They hadn’t brought their spouses, so at least everyone at the inn wouldn’t witness him being a mess.
Hunter went back to punching the bag.
“You okay?” Trey kept a distance of about three feet. He crossed his arms and his expression said he wasn’t leaving.
Hunter ignored him.
Kensi, who was probably his only kryptonite right now, sat in a chair. “Hunter, we’re worried. We want to talk to you.”
Hunter gave her the courtesy of glancing her way, but said nothing.
Marshall stepped next to Trey and copied his stance. “Look, dude, dealing with death is never easy. It’s just the facts of life.”
“Shut up, Marshall.” Brooks moved around the three-foot perimeter of the invisible circle. “You’re not helping.”
“Why should I shut up?” Marshall said, clearly taking offense.
Hunter kept boxing, letting Marshall go the rounds with each of his siblings for a while. Finally, he stopped and stared at Kensi.
“Your hair looks good,” she said.
He’d forgotten about it. “Oh. Thanks.”
She waited, watching him expectantly.
Hunter relented. If anyone knew about the situation, it would be his sister, because she was close to Cheryse. “Roger was at the salon, and he told me he was sorry about not attending Trent’s funeral. He told me he wouldoweme for it.”
“What?” Marshall asked, finally having a good reason to be upset. “Punk.”
“Trent wouldn’t have wanted him at the funeral,” Hunter said, glancing at Brooks. “We all know that.”
Brooks nodded with that superior FBI look on his face. “No, he wouldn’t have.”
Hunter thought about bringing up Liberty, but he didn’t know what to say.
After a bit, Kensi stood and raised a placating hand. “Hunter, can we talk? Can you stop boxing for a second and tell us about some of the things you’re feeling?”
Hunter yanked his gloves off. “I don’t need to talk. I don’t need to talk about my feelings when it comes to Trent. You all know how I feel.”
Despite his anger, he had to admit that it was really nice to be shouting instead of blubbering all over himself. Last night, even though he’d come back so late and then ended up kissing Cheryse, he’d found his siblings waiting for him in his room. They’d all cried together. It had been heartfelt and meaningful, but that wasn’t a part of himself he liked.
Trey huffed and said, “Would you just shut up for a second and let us talk to you?”
Hunter threw up a hand. “What is there to say?”
“Are you mad Cheryse is dating Roger?” Brooks asked softly.
He didn’t know why, but he admitted, “We kissed last night. Like … a lot of kissing.”
It was silent for a moment.
Hunter felt like an idiot. “And I wouldn’t be telling you guys, but I would tell Trent and he’s …”
Brooks put a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, that sucks. I can see how you and Cheryse were both in pain last night and how that would be confusing.”
