Page 316 of Sin Bin

Hunter turned, his gorgeous face breaking into a warm smile. “Hey, buddy.”

“No way.” Cam moved toward him with a look of awed reverence. “You’re the captain of the Denver Rebels.”

“And you’re Cameron.” Hunter’s massive hand swallowed up Cam’s in a friendly handshake. “It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“From Logan?”

“That’s right. He says you’re pretty awesome.”

Cam grinned so hard his eyes almost disappeared, making everyone laugh.

Hunter ruffled the boy’s hair before his gaze shifted to Meadow and softened. “Hey.”

“Hey, Captain.” She smiled. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere getting ready for game three?”

“Soon.” He returned her smile, holding her eyes. He was wearing a black Rebels sweatshirt, dark jeans and heavy black boots. Even dressed down, he exuded sophistication and raw power.

Cam tapped his arm to get his attention. “Me and Meadow were playing NHL Hockey on Xbox.”

“Yeah?” Hunter grinned. “Who was winning?”

“I was,” Cam crowed before pointing accusingly at Meadow. “She kept making dirty hits on Logan.”

Hunter winced. “Ouch.”

Meadow’s face heated. “Those were clean hits!”

“Nuh-uh! You were using Brad Marchand!”

Hunter raised an eyebrow at her, his beautiful green eyes glimmering with amusement. “Marchand, huh? Touché.”

She glared at Cam. “Tattletale.”

Laughing, Rosalie wrapped an arm around her son’s shoulders. “C’mon, kiddo. Let’s give Hunter and Meadow a chance to talk.”

“But—”

“No buts. You’ll see Hunter tonight at the game.” Rosalie led Cam back down to the basement.

Alone with Hunter, Meadow folded her arms and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. “Did he send you here?”

“No.” Hunter smiled grimly. “He’d be pissed if he knew I came to see you. But mostly because he doesn’t want us spending any time alone. He’s very possessive of you. Even now.”

Her throat tightened. “How’d you know where I live?”

“I got your address from his phone when he stepped away.” Hunter looked sheepish. “I’m sorry. I don’t normally do stuff like that. But desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“I see,” Meadow murmured.

Hunter took a step toward her. “He told me that he ran into you and the astronomy professor at a restaurant. Seeing you on a date…I’m afraid it threw him into a bit of a tailspin last night.” He grimaced. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel guilty. I just thought you should know.”

Meadow’s throat was so tight she could barely speak. “It wasn’t a date. I ran into Ephraim at an event, and he invited me out to eat. But I have no interest in dating him or anyone else.”

A grateful smile flitted over Hunter’s mouth. “Logan will be very relieved to hear that.”

She jutted her chin. “But it won’t be that way forever. Eventually we’ll have to move on and start seeing other people. Clearly he’s already doing that,” she added bitterly.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

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