Hunter walked into the apartment near midnight. “Adam?” No response. Where the hell could Adam be? It wasn’t like he had a social life. Hunter had just gotten off from a night at Andy’s Jazz Club. He loved playing there more than anything, so when he was asked to work an extra night tomorrow to fill in, he jumped at the chance. Great musicians surrounded him there, and he always learned something new. The passion they displayed had made him think of Sydney in the practice room.
He flipped on lights as he walked through the apartment and went to the kitchen. He kicked off his shoes under the table before reaching into the cabinet for some cereal. He shook the box. Damn, it was light. If he ate this now, he wouldn’t have enough for breakfast. Then again, if he slept in, he wouldn’t need bre
