At first, Van had been barely listening because he had been so f*****g turned on by Hunter he could hardly stand it. He had tried to think of anything else to keep from getting a full-on b***r in front of that group of guys, but he had been fighting a losing battle. Things had been tense, but seemed fine until he had heard the sound of a c*****g gun. His fight or flight instincts had been leaning toward flight, but he knew Hunter wouldn’t let anything happen to him. So when Hunter got in the guy’s face and grabbed his knife, Van knew s**t was heading out of control. f**k, if he hadn’t been so drawn to Hunter, he would have bailed. He couldn’t make his legs move until Hunter all but dragged him to the bar. From the grinding of Hunter’s teeth and his stiff posture, Van knew now wasn’t the ti
