Chapter Seven
Hunter sipped his coffee as Angela kissed Jake goodbye. She eyed them both.
"Please don't fight. Or if you do, no marks." She picked up her overnight bag from the sofa and headed for the front door. "God, Mom's going to be calling out the National Guard to search for me…"
As the door closed, Jake headed back into the kitchen and picked up his own mug. "So, no better time than the present…"
Hunter leaned on the marble countertop. "First, I don't have any s****l interest in you. No offense, not the way I swing."
Jake nodded. "Right back at you. Did a bit of s****l experimentation in my youth, figured out who and what I like. We're good on that front."
"Right." Hunter studied his drink. "I love Angela. I know you do too—but this… this is going to be tough to make work."
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