Chapter Twelve
Rachel stirred. The smell of bacon lingered in the air. It only took a split-second to recognize where she was, and who she’d been with.
Mmm.
The most delicious, exhilarating, and satisfying night she’d had in a long time. Three times. Three times they’d made love last night. So crazy good!
Glancing to the right, she saw Hunter’s side of the bed lay empty.
Her actions from the night before flashed into her head, reminding her of all the insanity at the club, then her subsequent booty call.
No, it wasn’t a booty call.
Yes, it sure was. Women can make booty calls too.
She groaned inwardly.
Gees! What he must think.
Time to face the music. She slipped out from under the covers and scowled not seeing her panties. Oh, that’s right, he ripped them. She grabbed his button
