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“Areyou sure Coop won’t mind me driving his car?” Hunter throws me the keys for a sexy Ford Mustang GT that’s parked outside.

“Well, he and your friend seem to have disappeared, so I’m going to say yes. Have you ever needed to use your car insurance?”

“No.”

“Then, you’re a good enough driver. I’m down a hand, so if you want fast food, you’re my chauffeur.” I peek out the window, excited to take it for a spin.

“Should we see if they want anything?”

“Unless you want to walk in on Zoey sitting on Coop’s face, I’d just leave it. We can make an educated guess. They’ll be hungry when they resurface.” A wry grin spreads on his lips. Sexy as hell. This is the most casual I’ve seen Hunter. Sure, I’ve seen him in sports gear, but that’s a uniform for him. This is t-shirt and sweats at their finest. I’m already getting sidetracked at the sight of him. How do people get anything done? If I’d been having this kind of sex at college, no way I’d have graduated on time! I mean, I knew I was missing out, but holy crap Batman.

“I didn’t need the visual. Thanks.”

“You think they didn’t know what we were doing earlier?” Is it crazy that it didn’t even cross my mind?

“Let’s go.” Chuckling, he grabs my hand and leads me to the door.

Wow!

This is a nice car. If there’s one thing I go gooey over, it’s fast cars. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing driving around since I started working for Hunter. It’s all chauffeurs and cabs, and yet, he instinctively goes to the driver’s side.

“Fuck. I hate that I need to rely on you.”

“Is your macho pride so delicate you can’t let a woman drive you? A little outdated, don’t you think?”

“Stop analyzing me and get in.” He holds the door open for me, pressing a kiss to my cheek as I slip past him into the driver’s seat. As it roars to life, I take a moment to appreciate the tingle of pleasure thrumming in time with the grunt of the engine. As soon as Hunter is settled beside me, I peel out of the driveway with a squeal. I’m waiting to be chastised, but instead, I’m rewarded with a sexy little chuckle.

It’s great to be in new situations with Hunter. Exciting, but I’m struck by how normal it all feels like we were always meant to end up here. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I can’t quite get it out. He said things and feels things that weren’t meant to be a part of this equation. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, but unsure of what it all means moving forward.

My stomach audibly growls, much to my dismay.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. I thought I gave you enough to eat today.” He barely gets the words out before breaking into laughter. It’s a lovely sound.

“I prefer sweet to salty.” Now, I’ve got his attention. I give as good as I get. He better learn that if he plans on being around long-term.

“That’s cold. Way to dent my ego.”

“I don’t think a Mack truck could dent that ego of yours. Player.”

“Reformed.” That remains to be seen.

Golden arches appear on the horizon. Perfect. A double-cheeseburger, fries, and a vanilla milkshake—the staple diet of any college student in need of a 2:00 a.m. pick me up. It might not be the middle of the night, but I definitely need some sustenance. I plan on going in for round two when I get Hunter back to the bedroom.

The minute he realizes I’m turning into the parking lot, he scrunches his nose, and it’s so freaking cute.

“No. Really? This is the worst of fast food.”

“Don’t be such an athlete.”

“Hey, you were enjoying this athlete’s body an hour ago.” He bites his lower lip, giving me a sly wink, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Hi. Welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?”

“Do you want anything?”

“Fuck, no!” I turn to the talking box and place my order, knowing exactly what to get Zee. I throw in some extras in case Coop is hungry, and I defy Hunter to pass up a little something when everyone else is putting it away.

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