Page 53 of Hunter

Seeming to finally get the hint, she turned and began to walk down the hallway, but not without adding, “And by the way, red heels with that skirt would make your legs look great.”

“Jesus Christ!” Hunter slammed the door shut before knocking his head against it. When he finally turned and saw the smile on my face, his face dropped. “Don’t even say it.”

I didn’t think I could resist if I tried. “I think I’m going to like this place.”

* * *

“Thank heavens for Bell.” I sighed in happiness as I began pulling clothes out of the bag.

Bell, as I found out, was Kay’s youngest daughter and the daughter of the late president, Roscoe; thus, her title of Princess. The girl was fortunate to have inherited her mother’s good looks, including those striking eyes. Not to mention, her sass. According to Hunter, that had a lot to do with Anna’s influence. I felt his feathers were still a little ruffled from the mini-skirt comment a few hours before.

Either way, the girl was an angel, one who came bearing gifts. The bag was filled with everything from pajamas to shirts, and most importantly, underwear. Anna and Kay had also dropped some things off that I might need, as well as tampons. They had also mentioned condoms before I told them about the huge stash under Hunter’s sink that Adair had found by accident earlier.

Adair had refused to leave my side and even insisted on bathing with me, which I didn’t mind. When it was time for his nap, though, I began to worry when he refused to go to sleep. I wasn’t sure what to do since it wasn’t every day your house was gunned down and invaded. Furthermore, for the first thirty seconds, Adair had been upstairs alone. I was afraid it had traumatized him. Most kids wouldn’t understand, but Adair was perceptive. I was worried he was a little too old for me to brush it off. God, I hoped it wouldn’t result in years of future therapy.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and in walked Hunter and Jax, with Adair’s bed between them.

“You brought the bed back with you?” I asked, surprise evident in my voice.

“Yeah,” Hunter said with that annoyingduhtone. “What else did you think I was doing when I went back to the house?”

“Well, I figured you guys were gonna do that dusty, investigate-y CSI stuff to find out who did it.”

Jax laughed as they set down the bed against the wall. “‘Dusty, investigate-y CSI stuff?’ You’ve been watching too much TV, darlin’.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that TV was a luxury with my lifestyle, and I take it where I can get it.”

Jax smirked. “If you really want entertainment, I know something a lot more …accessibleyou can have whenever you want it.”

I should have known any conversation with Jax would end that way.

Hunter smacked him upside the head. “Just this once, I’ll let you off, but never again, Jax. You got me?”

Jax raised his hands. “I got you, brother. Just wanted to let the girl know she’s got options.”

Hunter shook his head. “Get out, you prick, before I kick you out.”

Jax closed the door with his laugh following him, and a small part of me wondered what kind of options Jax would offer. He seemed like the type to play dirty.

“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy,” I muttered.

“You say something?” Hunter turned from where he was pushing the bed to the other side of the room so it was parallel to the king-sized bed.

I quickly shook my head. The guy had hearing like a hawk.

* * *

“Come on, baby; it’s time for night-night,” I cooed, trying to tuck the sheets around my little rug rat.

“No!” Adair cried, throwing the sheets back and beginning to wiggle off his bed again.

“Adair Michael Ward, it is time for bed, and youwillgo to sleep.”

“No.”

“All right, all right,” Hunter said from behind me. “What’s going on here?”

“Little Mr. Grumpy Pants doesn’t want to …” My mouth dropped open as I turned to face the glory that was Hunter.

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