He was dressed in a sharp suit, looking annoyingly good. For a second, I was caught off guard. But the moment he opened his mouth, the illusion shattered.
"You look like sh*t," he said with a cold expression.
I clenched my jaw. Leave it to Hunter to make an already ruined morning even worse.
But I wasn’t going to let him win. "Thank you," I said sweetly, forcing a fake smile.
I wasn’t done, though. I gave him a slow once-over, hiding the fact that I nearly wanted to drool over how good he looked behind a smug grin.
"Look at you, looking sharp in your suit," I remarked.
For a split second, his stony expression flickered with confusion. Then I delivered the punchline.
"Whose funeral are you attending?" I asked, tilting my head. "Hopefully, yours."
Before I could sidestep him, the f
