“Fine, you caught me. Truth is, I’m so happy to be back… that there for a moment, I was sad knowing I have to leave again,” she shrugged. “But it’s probably just because I’m still traumatized from the fright-flight and need to go to sleep.” She handed him his glass and started downing hers.
Hunter reached up and rubbed his temple knowing he was going to get a headache before he left her room. She didn’t have to worry about this right now… she hadn’t even been back a whole day yet.
Glancing at her from under his fingers he reminded her, “You’re eighteen years old now… those divorce papers are obsolete. You don’t have to go back to California if you don’t want to.” He refilled her glass when she lowered it to her lap.
Angel swallowed knowing he was right and wrong at the same time. Going
