“They were so cute, right?”
I look up and freeze. I stop so abruptly that Hunter gets yanked back when she doesn’t notice that I stopped.
“What are you doing, goofball?” she laughs and tries to pull me forward, but I still don’t move.
I know without looking at her when she realizes why I stopped. Her entire body becomes a tense mass, and her fingernails dig into my flesh, almost painfully so.
Right there, not even ten feet away from us, two figures are standing out in the crowd, looking at me and Hunter like they’ve been waiting here just for us.
Van Boyd is here.
And he’s brought Zach Cavanaugh with him.