Hunter signed off on the last of the papers on his desk, scrawling his signature across a request for more sports supplies.
He flashed back in time to when he'd been running wild and free in high school.
Now you're putting in requisitions for more towels and trying to figure out where to pinch pennies.
How the mighty have fallen.
If he could go back in time, he would have left that out of the briefing he'd give his younger self.
But he would have included Angie's homecoming, giving the heartbroken young man something to look forward to.
Hunter pushed the button on the side of his laptop, shutting it down.
He glanced at the clock.
Five o'clock exactly.
Hunter grinned, pleased with himself and his time management skills.
It'd been a concentrated effort to work through the rest of t
