Page 47 of Hunter

I took a seat on one of the three pieces of furniture I had in this apartment—aside from the stuff I had in my bedroom.

A small dining room table that seated two was placed on the small section in my apartment that was obviously meant to be a dining area.

I hoped I would feel better rested when I finally could get more furniture into this place that would feel like… me.

Something told me it would take more than furniture in my place to make me feel more rested at night.

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I walked backinto the building with the blazing sun heating behind me.

Sweat clung to the back of my neck, plus I was sleep deprived, which made for an already uncomfortable day.

It didn’t help that as I got through the revolving door, Angelica was opposite from me on the other door wing. Our eyes met through the glass before she turned away from me, pretending not to know I existed. My last interaction with her was before she and her friends slashed the tires on my car because I didn’t want to play chauffeur.

It was also the night I witnessed a murder, and I moved out of the apartment after that.

Every time after that I had seen her, she’d pretended not to know me.

Now, I was wondering what she was doing here.

The rent for this place wasn’t as expensive as some of the other places in Sacramento, but it wasn’t cheap either.

It was the only thing I splurged on because it was one of the few buildings that actually had good security.

And I was beginning to realize just how valuable my safety and sense of security really were.

I looked away from her. The man she had been with when I’d first seen her came to mind.

He looked like the kind of man who came from money.

Had she given up her goal of becoming Mrs. Kai Madden?

I still shivered involuntarily thinking about the son of the King’s Men MC president.

It would be too soon if I had never heard anything about that club in this lifetime.

I pulled up short when I ran into a man on my way to the elevator bay.

I gasped as my face plastered up against a firm chest and strong arms wrapped around me.

The first thought that came to mind was that this man smelled really good.

The second was…Can I just stay here… forever?

A sense of calmness settled around me, throwing me off guard.

I took a step back and looked up… and up.

Jesus, but this man was tall.

I made out a large, hard chest, broad shoulders, a dark brown beard that covered the lower half of his face that didn’t hide the arrogant smile the man was sporting, and finally to the familiar brown eyes that had haunted my thoughts since the first time I’d seen them across the lobby a day before.

It was him.

The handsome man in my building.

“S-Sorry,” I stuttered out, my face flaming, for more reasons than the fact that I almost plowed over him.

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