Page 26 of Hunter's Revenge

The first thing I’m doing is heading to the restaurant to take the beauty up on her offer.

It’s kind of hard to think of anything else besides getting the woman in my bed, but I realize that to get close to a woman like Gwen, you can’t just fuck her. In a town like this, I also can’t flirt around with her, then do the same with Allyson—not that I want to.

Luckily for me, Allyson and her boyfriend own a watersports store in town. It’s been easier to get close to them both as a customer because of my genuine interest in sailing.

I stand when I finish my push-ups, and my gaze lands on the printouts on my desk of the loan information I got from the bank on Gwen. It has details of the massive loan she was turned down for.

I noted the date was the same as her wild spree at Duke’s. That explained her behavior.

The loan rejection also confirmed my thoughts on the financial worries I suspected, but also that there was something more at work.

If her finances didn’t look as clean as they do, I wouldn’t be suspicious, but when I dug around and found that her friend, Dru, had applied for a loan hours before Gwen came by and Gwen was standing guarantor, I suspected something else is up that felt like trouble.

The kind of trouble where you need a shitload of money quickly to get yourself out of it.

That made me wonder if the loan had something to do with Gage Miller’s death. The thought occurred to me when I found payments to a private investigator more than a year ago who was supposed to be looking for him. It seems Gage scammed Gwen out of a lot of money.

If that didn’t happen a year ago, I’d believe it to be the reason for the loan, but her attempt to get one feels like something new. Something that could still be connected to Gage because he died last week.

Perhaps it’s something I’ll find out eventually. Or not.

It would be odd for Santiago’s daughter to be in such a dire situation where she needed a loan of that amount. But maybe that’s just the way things are.

Maybe the money he gave her family dried up, and the only thing left, if she finds her way to it, is the cartel.

Or the woman I’m looking for isn’t Gwen.

I guess I’ll find that out, too.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

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There she is.

Dressed in a sexy-as-fuck skater dress shows off her finest assets, Gwen waltzes onto the restaurant floor, completely unaware of the male attention she’s garnering.

She’s not mine, but the possessive asshole inside me wants to cut out the eyes of every man who’s looking at her like he wants to devour her for his next meal.

Her hair in a high ponytail emphasizes exotic cheekbones and those pouty lips I would love sucking my cock.

Fuck me.This woman has seriously worked some magic on me I don’t want to resist.

Now that I’m here in her restaurant and she’s parading in front of me, I want that taste again.

I purposely sat in the back booth so I would see her the moment she came out of the staff entrance.

Where I’m sitting, she should see me, too.

The Spot is definitely my kind of restaurant. Its bistro style is perfect for every meal of the day. It’s just gone eleven, so customers are filing in and filling up the nearby tables. I was probably lucky to get a table at this hour with a prime view of the sea and the surrounding pier.

According to my research, this place was set up by Gwen’s grandparents in the seventies, so it’s been around for a very long time. People know it far and wide for its great food and homely service.

Gwen struts across to the maître ‘d to speak to him. When she turns, she sees me.

She’s about thirty feet away, but the flush of the color rose creeping down her elegant sun-kissed neck is alluring. Like any man, I love watching women react to me.

This one just fascinates me more because she’s the first to tell me she wants to fuck me.

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