He's already given up on me. On us.
The thought burned through her heart, the pain almost physical.
Angela got to her feet and picked up her glass. "I'm going to get some more juice. Can I get you anything?"
Jake eyed her. "A referee." He shook his head. "Now's not the time or place, Angie. I get you want to—"
She didn't hear the rest of his sentence, because she was striding across the room toward the pair.
The redhead was in her mid-twenties, busy munching on a slice of melon when Hunter noticed her approach.
"Angela." He stood up. He wore a white dress shirt and jeans, casual wear. His gaze flickered around the room behind her, landing on where Jake sat. "I didn't know you'd be here."
"I guess not." Angela looked at the woman. "Hello."
"Hi." She extended her hand. "I'm Megan."
