Chapter Four
Sydney rolled down the street for a third time looking for a parking spot. Hunter hadn’t said anything about his street being permit parking only. Her phone buzzed in the console. A text from Hunter: Let me know when you get here. I have a permit for you to park.
Figured. She pulled over in front of his apartment and answered. I’ve circled three times trying to find a spot. Would’ve been good info to have. I’m in front.
Be right there.
While she waited, she took in the quiet neighborhood. Not at all what she expected from a guy like Hunter. An old two-flat with flowerpots on the front porch. They were empty now, but she could imagine a riot of color spilling out in the summer. Many of the cars on the street were SUVs and minivans. The neighborhood screamed young families.
