Chapter 21
Peyton and I finally gave up waiting for Hunter to show up and had dinner. We were sitting in front of the TV watching one of our favorite chick flicks from our childhood when the doorbell rang.
We exchanged a glance. We both knew it was Hunter. He was almost two hours late, and I really wasn’t in the mood for excuses.
He knocked again and I finally got up. Peyton stood and carried our plates to the kitchen, giving us a moment of privacy that I wasn’t sure I wanted.
When I opened the door, his hand was poised to knock again. I jumped back and he nearly fell inside. “Hey,” he breathed. “I wasn’t sure if you were here.”
I crossed my arms and nodded. “I’ve been here all evening. Having dinner. With my sister.”
He sighed. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just lost track of time.”
“A
