Page 150 of Breaking the Rules
Hunter: Live your dreams.
Wes: Not sure you'll like that.
Hunter: Honestly, Wes, I just want you there.
Wes: Don't get all sappy and shit.
Hunter: It comes with the territory.
Wes: Well stop. I get enough of that with Griffin. If you're gonna have feelings, at least hide them behind your steely blue eyes the way our big brother does.
Hunter: I'll keep that in mind.
"Hunter, hello!" Emma calls from the front desk. "Are you there?"
I shake my head. "Checked out."
"No. Check this out." She motions for me to come here.
I do.
She turns her laptop around to show off the results to her last art history test.
A big, fat 92 percent.
"I'm a genius." She motions to the Keurig. "You should worship me with a coffee tribute."
"Sure." I chuckle. "I'll drink coffee in your honor."
She shakes her head and pats the spot next to her. "No, you'll bring me coffee."
"How about I buy you an Americano?"
"Really?" Her dark eyes fill with doubt. "What's the catch?"
"Really." The catch is I need to get my eyes off her tits or I'm going to do something I can't take back. Fuck, she looks good in that white blouse. Professional. Like she really is training to own a business.
"You're being nice."
"I'm always nice."
"No." She looks to Chloe, who's back in Dean's suite, working on a mock-up with him. "Hunter's usually a jerk, right?"
Chloe makes thatkindamotion.
"Hot though." Dean winks at her.
Emma makes a show of rolling her eyes. "Not everything is about that."
He scratches his head. "It's not?"
She looks to me. "You know what this means, right?"
"No."
"You promised you'd take me through running the shop."
"Now?"
