I’m in love with Hunter.
As soon as I arrive, I make my way inside and easily find the restaurant. It’s dark and romantic in the seating area, and then there’s a bar that wraps around. Before I left tonight, I noticed he was wearing nice clothes—black slacks and a button-up—and he’d even trimmed his facial hair.
Shit. That sounds like a guy going on a date.
No. Push those thoughts out, Lennon.
Blinking, I look around and start wondering if he’s already left. That means he could really only be in two places.
At home.
In this woman’s hotel room.
My chest rises and falls as my breathing becomes erratic, and I know I’m being irrational. Hunter said this was a work thing, not a—
Scratch that. He’s at the bar. With a gorgeous woman.
She’s in a black slinky dress that fits her like a glo
