A week passed after the road trip, and Hunter felt a new band of tension between him and Alice. Sure, she brought dinner sometimes. She was punctual and polite when she brought Westin. But the fire that had burned between them so brightly had faded to a few coals.
She let him hold her hand once, and she kissed him good-bye in the evenings. But there was definitely something lurking beneath the surface and he had no idea when it would come splashing out.
He’d been sending pictures of him and Westin to his parents, along with all the pictures Alice had given him of Westin growing up.
We’ll be there tomorrow about three, his mom’s text read, and his heart pulsed out an extra beat. Of course he knew they’d love Westin. And Westin was so good at meeting and interacting with other people. Whe
