Chapter Seven
Cheryl Moorland’s number lit up his cell phone Tuesday morning on his way to the office. In the recent confusion—with a healthy dose of intrigue—Hunter had forgotten to circle back with her. Inside, he could admit he was embarrassed by the whole incident with Rachel because it was entirely his fault.
“Cheryl, how you feeling?” he answered.
“I’m better, one hundred percent. And Ken’s glad to have me cooking again.” She laughed at her own joke, and Hunter chuckled. “Anyway, what the heck happened? Did you go to the Gala? Rachel said she never heard from you.”
“Uh, funny thing about that.” He rubbed his knuckles against his jaw. “You won’t believe me, but here goes. I was on the way to Rachel’s office in the Palladium building to give her the invite but stopped on the sixtee
