Page 318 of Sin Bin

And she was a stunner. The combination of her mahogany complexion and deep gray eyes packed a serious punch. Thick lashes, amazingly high cheekbones and full lips added to her striking beauty. Her yellow designer dress showed off her curves and brought out the glowing richness of her skin.

Meadow found herself staring until the woman smiled hesitantly, revealing beautiful white teeth.

“You might not remember me—”

Meadow grinned. “Of course I remember you, Cynara.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Cynara Tavárez tucked her sunglasses into her hair and enveloped Meadow in a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you again! It’s been so long!”

“Yes, it has,” Meadow agreed as they pulled apart. “How have you been?”

“Good.” Cynara smiled softly, searching her tearstained face. “Can I come in for a minute?”

“Sure.” Meadow stepped back, opening the door wider.

Cynara swept into the house with a confidence that was hard not to envy. But with her looks, who wouldn’t be confident?

She turned to face Meadow. “I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

Meadow gave her a wry look. “I’m guessing you didn’t come to give me Igbo lessons.”

Cynara let out a throaty laugh. “Not this time. But my brother told me about your DNA results, and I’m so excited for you!”

“Thank you.” Meadow smiled. “I just got my results back from African Ancestry. My Nigerian ancestors were Igbo.”

Cynara beamed. “That’s fantastic! Wouldn’t it be crazy if we were related? We’ll definitely have to talk sometime.” She turned and headed for the living room with a hip-swaying walk. “I can’t stay long. I hijacked one of Logan’s cars while he was napping, so I—” She skidded to a stop when she saw Hunter.

Slowly he rose from the couch. Their eyes locked, electricity crackling across the distance between them.

Meadow looked from one to the other. “I assume you two have already met?”

“Not formally.” Hunter came forward, purpose accentuating every stride. The man was obscenely hot. Panty-melting, ovary-exploding hot.

He extended his hand to Cynara. “Hunter.”

She swallowed visibly. “Cynara.”

They shook hands slowly, staring at each other with such absorption that Meadow almost felt like she was intruding.

She was about to excuse herself when Cynara broke the handshake and stepped back, briskly clearing her throat. “I assume you’re here for the same reason I am.” She sounded a bit perturbed that someone else had beaten her to the punch.

Hunter smiled faintly, watching her with focused intensity. “I tried to cover all the bases.”

“Really? Did you tell her what a complete wreck he is without her?” Cynara demanded.

“I did.” Hunter looked vaguely amused.

“Did you tell her that he’s a good man at his core? Did you tell her that he feels like a bumbaclot for hurting her?”

“I did.” Hunter’s lips twitched. “Though not quite in those words.”

Cynara’s expression softened. “Did you tell her how much he loves her?”

“I did.” Hunter held her gaze. “I told her the truth. That he was a goner from the very first moment he saw her.”

Cynara stared at him. She looked like she’d suddenly lost her train of thought.

Hunter looked pretty distracted himself.

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