Page 58 of Hunter

Anna took the whiskey glass and downed it without batting an eyelid. “Your day mustn’t have been that bad, then.” She reached down for another beer, and instead of going around the bar, she lifted herself over the edge, spinning her fine ass on the wood before dropping down onto the stool next to me. “Don’t know why all you boys came out of Church looking like a rat pissed on your food, but I’m not gonna ask. If it’s not whiskey time, then it’s not the end of the world.”

“Whiskey is a good drink,” was all I said in reply.

“Whiskey is a drink to end your day. Beer means you can keep going a little longer.”

I said nothing, casting my eyes over toward the kitchen doorway.

I went to reach back for my beer but grasped empty air. I looked at Anna and found her chugging the rest. Then she slammed the glass back down, looked toward the door, then back at me, and grinned.

“Get going, then.”

The females in this club might have a mouth on them, but to hell with it. They were damn fine women.

I leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead before getting out of my seat and heading toward the door.

Chaos. Chaos was everywhere. Chaos on the counters, on the walls. And what was that? Was that egg on the ceiling?

“What the fuck happened in here?” I looked at Mallory who was covered in batter, utter defeat on her face, holding a tray of black cookies.

“There was a mixing machine.” She vaguely gestured at the corner where a small smoking machine was crumbling, bent in ways I didn’t think was possible. “It turns out that Anna was the one to teach Bell to bake, and then …” She threw her hands up, pointing about the room, and sighed. I saw the moment she saw the egg on the ceiling because a deep sigh left her lips. “I mean, how does one tiny person do that? I think Anna cursed her. No way is this not supernatural. I should call Sam and Dean. They’ll help.”

“Who the hell are Sam and Dean?”

“What? You’ve never seenSupernatural?”

“No.”

Mallory glared at me for a moment, and then she sighed again. She threw her cooking mitten on top of the black cookies and came toward me.

I should have moved, but I was so shocked by everything that, when she hugged me, I didn’t even think to react.

“Please save me,” she whined, covering my shirt in gooey batter.

“I don’t think I can,” I said, looking at the destructive force that Anna’s second had apparently caused. “Maybe you should call an exorcist or something.”

“They’re called Sam and Dean.”

“One, Sam and Dean aren’t specifically exorcists,” Bell said as she strolled into the room, black char and flour marring her clothes. “And two, Sam is still hotter than Dean.”

Mallory whirled from me, pointing at the girl. “Dean is hotter.”

“You do realize I’m standing here, right?”

Mallory turned to look at me, her brown eyes apologetic. “Hunter, look, you’re nice, but …” She left the sentence hanging, and I couldn’t help staring at her.

“What the hell?” I growled. “No way in hell should you be picking another man over me.”

“But … But Dean is so broken and beautiful and—”

To hell with it. I bent down and, without a second thought, picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Then I looked at Bell, whose eyes had all but turned into disks, and asked, “Adair?”

“Uh, I … My mom took him for a bath.”

“Tell her to look after him for a few hours,” I said as I spun around with Mallory screeching on my shoulder and stormed out into the bar.

Heads turned, and even Anna looked startled as I came out covered in yellow batter with Mallory hanging over my shoulder.

I dragged her struggling ass through the clubhouse, up the stairs, and into my room before she found her ass landing on the toilet seat.

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