Page 16 of Sinfully Mine

AR:Lay low. I’ll send details soon.

Agent Rickman must be planning something with the other agents on the task force. Maybe they were finally closing in on Tony Collins. That asshole needed to be taken off the streets.

After him, they could focus on the Russian, taking down every rung on that ladder until none of those sick bastards were left.

“Hungry?” Hunter asked, walking toward me from the kitchen. “Got plenty of food in the fridge. I can make you anything you want.”

As if the idea of food conjured the growl, my stomach rumbled. “Yeah, starving, actually. Do you have chicken, peppers, onions, and taco seasoning?”

“And tortillas. In the mood for fajitas?”

“Is the sky blue?” I joked.

He winked. “Follow me, baby. I got you covered.”

We set to work slicing vegetables and prepping the chicken, cutting the breasts into chunks that would cook evenly with the peppers and onions on the grill. I tossed everything in a large bowl with taco seasoning and olive oil before carrying it outside to join Hunter on the deck.

He stood in front of a flattop grill, ripping off his shirt as I approached. Jesus. He was solid muscle, without an ounce of fat on his body. And all that ink? It only added to the rough biker’s chiseled physique before me and made him appear even sexier.

“Keep starin’, Gracey girl. I don’t mind.”

“You did that on purpose,” I accused, setting the bowl beside him.

“Do what? Take off my shirt?”

“Yes.”

“It’s part of my master plan,” he joked with a goofy grin.

“To do what? Keep me prisoner?”

“Naw, baby. Just make you fall in love with me.”

I snorted because it was ridiculous and probably true.

“I’m gonna start cookin’. You put those pretty feet up and watch me all you want,” he ordered with a wink.

Ugh. He was too confident.

Did I listen, though? Yep.

I couldn’t seem to help myself. He was too much. But the more I watched him, the more it occurred to me that I liked being around Hunter. He pampered and cared for me. The guy went out of his way to give me whatever I wanted or needed. And that sexy but annoying way he liked to order me around? I kinda loved it.

I’d never met anyone like him. No other guy ever made me feel half as beautiful as he did. The best part? I could tell hemeant it. Hunter didn’t waste our time with bullshit. He wasn’t like that.

Sure, we played our game online. He liked to tease me to see if he could rile me up. I saw right through his little game. But it was meant to entice and turn me on, not upset or control me. Well, not control in the literal sense. More like he felt the need to protect me and took it a bit far, but I couldn’t get upset with him about it either. Not when his priority was my safety and well-being.

Hunter warmed tortillas on the grill after he cooked the chicken and veggies. He also managed to find time to chop up tomatoes, cilantro, jalapeños, and additional onions to make homemade salsa. We sat outdoors and fixed our plates, enjoying the fajitas in the encroaching twilight.

It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’d ever seen. I told Hunter I thought so, and he grinned.

“Not half as lovely as you, Gracey girl.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“Around you? Always, baby.”

I tried not to smile and failed. He made me feel giddy and special and worthy of his attention. Until I met Hunter, only one other man made me feel this loved.

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