“Friend of yours?” Adrian asked, his voice lower so only Hunter could hear him. He had also slowed his steps, and his eyes scanned the parking lot as though he expected a gang of armed men to jump out of nowhere and attack them any second.
For a beat, Hunter wasn’t sure how to answer the question. They were not friends. He couldn’t even categorize them as acquaintances. Yet somehow, they had been in the same space three times. And each time, their interactions were intense and left him reeling from the mystery that surrounded the female. What did that make them? Not friends, that was for sure. Perhaps acquaintances who could hardly stand each other.
Although Hunter had to acknowledge that there was definitely something brewing between them other than a natural talent to poke at each ot
