I stopped on the top step outside, glaring up at him. "Excuse me? Who said you could do that?"
"I did," Hunter replied, pulling a pair of keys from his pocket. "Come on. You're pissed off, and I have a car."
I let out a dramatic sigh, but my feet moved toward his matte-black SUV anyway. He unlocked it, pulling the heavy passenger door open for me. I climbed in, sinking into the soft leather seat.
Hunter closed my door, walked around the front, and slid into the driver's seat.
As he started the engine, I braced myself, expecting him to lean in close, tease me, or try to slide his arm around my seat like he usually did.
Instead, Hunter stayed completely on his side. He kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, his broad shoulders relaxed, leaving a solid two feet of empty space betw
