Hunter hadn’t intended to hurt Alice’s feelings that night. But she’d stood there, looking at him with such fire in her eyes. Her apology had been genuine, but Hunter knew she didn’t even know what she was apologizing for.
She might as well know, he told himself as she went down to the end of the lane and turned around.
She might as well know“Porter lives there, Mom,” Westin said from the back seat, oblivious to the tension between the adults up front.
“Yeah,” Alice said, her voice a bit on the high side.
“How was school?” he asked Westin.
“Great,” Westin said, launching into a story about the mashed potato tower he sculpted at lunch. “But I ate your lunch after school, Dad.”
Hunter smiled at him in the rear-view mirror. “If you want to eat school lunch, that’s fine.”
“Just some day
