Hunter sat in front of his new laptop, searching for jobs here in Hawthorne Harbor. He’d gotten some decent technology training in the Marines, and he thought he could handle an office job part-time.
He looked through the few jobs there were, but he didn’t meet any of the requirements. No degree. No experience with certain programs. And he had no idea how fast he could type.
Frustrated, he closed the computer and leaned back, his gaze wandering out the window and then to the clock. Westin would be coming that night, and Alice was bringing pizza, his backpack and homework, and his pillow with them.
Nerves ran through him at the speed of light, and his heartbeat responded to the spike in adrenaline. He’d spent some time with Westin over the past week, but only a few minutes, and never alo
