Chapter Thirteen
Hunter parked his car in front of Rachel’s house as she’d directed. A black pickup truck sat in her driveway. By the frown on her face, it was not her truck.
He might have made a critical error in taking Rachel shopping, and consequentially bringing her home at three-fifteen in the afternoon. She’d said the kids would be back at four.
“Um, you don’t have to walk me in.” A nervous nibble of her lip had him guessing what to do next.
The sadistic side of him wanted to meet this ex. No, had to meet this ex. So many questions ran through his head, the greatest of which—why does he have access to her house? Hunter knew that this man elicited strong emotions from Rachel that were less than positive. “If it’s alright with you, I’d prefer to walk you in. A gentleman doesn’t dro
