Page 77 of Breaking the Rules
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Hunter stands with me. Motions to the door.
I follow him outside.
It's a beautiful evening. Warm air. Cool breeze. Orange light of sunset casting a soft glow over the sidewalk.
Hunter turns back to the coffee shop and shakes his head. "You're using that poor kid."
"My date isn't about you."
"Uh-huh."
"And you and Carpe Diem?"
"I hate to break it to you, Em, but you're not my type."
It's bullshit.
It's there, in those intense blue eyes.
He's trying to convince me he isn't interested.
But he is.
And…
Fuck, that only makes this more confusing.
