Chapter Eighteen
The doorbell rang. Rachel wasn’t expecting anyone. She’d hope it was Hunter but knew better than to waste her energy on wishful thinking. It had been two weeks since she’d seen him.
She slipped off her rubber gloves from cleaning the pots when Lexi rose off the barstool. “I’ll get it.”
She had invited her friend over for dinner—it was a weekly ritual—but now it was even more important with how lousy she was feeling over Hunter.
“It’s probably Girl Scouts, but I’m good. I already have four boxes in the pantry.”
Her friend grinned and made her way to the front door.
Lexi greeted whoever was there, her voice noticeably higher and welcoming. That didn’t sound like Girl Scouts.
Seconds later, Lexi returned, Hunter standing by her side.
Rachel’s jaw gaped, but shock bloc
