“Sure. Thanks,” Hunter says, reaching into his pocket and handing them over. “It’s in the back seat.”
I head outside without suspicion and can look at this guy’s car for any clues whether he’s an actual decent guy. Once I grab the bag from their truck, I walk to the street where he parked and laugh when I see it’s a Ford Taurus. An old ass one too.
Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I quickly snap a pic of his license plates, then I peek into his windows. There are a couple of duffle bags in the back, a pair of shoes on the floor, and some empty takeout containers.
Is this guy living in his car?
Shaking my head, I head back inside and deliver Allie’s bag. After we’re finished eating and the table is cleared, Lennon excuses herself and asks Sophie if she can use her bedroom. All the girl
