Chapter Three
Energy pulsed through her Wednesday morning as Rachel prepared to tackle the day. She had a list a mile long for Roger, including finding out about the mysterious Hunter. She had to return that stinking invitation right away. Guilt had begun to eat at her because she hadn’t yet.
The intended “Rachel” might be mad once she learned Rachel had her invitation to the Gala. And not just because it looked like it would be an amazing event, but also because Hunter was handsome as hell, and any woman would give their last hundred bucks for a date with him. That smattering of gray hair at his temples and sideburns had Rachel wondering how old he was. Maybe mid-forties. He had the most expressive brown-gray eyes, and a full head of thick hair that made Rachel want to take her time run
