Hunter white-knuckled the doorknob of the front door, a silent prayer slipping past his lips for control. He was well aware that everyone was inside, waiting for him. The number of vehicles in the driveway was a dead giveaway. It was like arriving at a country club with all the fancy, expensive machinery money could buy parked in front of a grand house surrounded by lush greenery.
Any other day, Hunter would have had a joke or several to throw at the entire scene. Today wasn’t that day. It had only been two hours since he’d spoken to Trick. Forty minutes since he’d stopped ignoring the phone calls and cut his date short with Mackenzie after paying for her chicken mayo sandwich, and promised to make it up to her another day.
Oddly enough, Mackenzie hadn’t just looked disappointed. That,
