Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Maybe hearing that I wasn’t alone should’ve made me feel better. But it was the unsaid that cloaked a feeling of melancholy over me like a suit of armor. It was going to be hard on him to leave…but he wasn’t considering staying either. Nor was there any mention of attempting something long distance. This was over when our time was up.
I forced a small smile. “I’ll give you a call.”
He looked into my eyes, briefly closing his before nodding. “Okay.”
His lips covered mine in a gentle kiss before going to my forehead for another. “Be careful on the trains.”
“Have fun at the game.”
It was difficult to walk away, but I knew I needed to be the one to do it. I felt Hunter’s eyes on me the entire walk down the block to the train station, certain he stayed outside the restaurant to watch me. But I didn’t turn around to check. That was how it was going to have to be between us—I’d need to walk away since he wasn’t going to do anything to stick around in my life.
Chapter 27
Natalia
I hadn’t seen Hunter in five days.
To most couples, that might be normal. Weekdays are busy. I have a teenager to take care of. Then again, we weren’t really a couple, were we? Since Hunter and I had gotten together, we’d never been apart this long. We’d grab a bite to eat, catch one of Izzy’s games, steal a few hours in his bedroom, or even meet for breakfast. It had never been an effort to find the time. Until now. And it wasn’t a lack of effort on his part. I was avoiding him, and he knew it—although he hadn’t yet called me out on it.
But I had a feeling that was about to change as I pressed the buzzer to unlock the front door downstairs. After five days of me saying I was busy and delaying answering his texts, he’d showed up unannounced at my apartment this morning. Conveniently, Izzy had just left for school, and he knew I rarely had appointments before ten o’clock.
I unlocked my apartment door and waited. Hunter stepped off the elevator and walked toward me with purpose. It pissed me off that my body reacted to seeing him when I didn’t want to be excited. And that anger was evident in my snarky tone.
“In the neighborhood and thought you’d drop by to say hello?” I asked. I didn’t open the door to invite him in.
Hunter looked me right in the eyes. “Nope. Came to talk to you. Izzy gone?”
Anger was an emotion I could tolerate. I folded my arms across my chest. “Yes. But I have to get ready for work. You should have called first.”
He took a step closer, into my personal space, and looked down at me. “Why would I have done that? So you could blow me off again?”
A mini stare-off ensued. I refused to back down, even though being so near him made me want to crumble. Straightening my spine, I said, “It’s been fun, Hunter. Let’s not end this on a sour note.”
His eyes blazed. “Can we go inside and talk?”
“I’m not sure there’s anything we need to talk about. It was fun. Now it’s over.”
Then he did the one thing I knew I couldn’t withstand—he reached out and cupped my cheek. Stupid tears threatened at the tenderness of his touch.
His thumb stroked my skin. “I’m sorry, Natalia. I really am.”
I swallowed and tasted salt in my throat. “Really? It doesn’t seem that way.”
Hunter closed his eyes. “Can we go inside and talk? Please?”
I nodded, and he followed me into my apartment.
Not ready for the conversation that was to come, I stalled for time and filled the air with anything but silence. “Do you want some coffee?”
“No thanks.”
“I’m going to have some.”
He nodded, and I retreated to the kitchen, hoping that the few minutes it took would help me figure out what I wanted to say. My head swam with emotions, and I was afraid I might choke up if I didn’t rein myself in.
When I returned to the living room, I found Hunter staring out the window. It reminded me of the morning I’d found him outside on his balcony. He was a million miles away.
Sensing me, he turned. “What time is your first appointment?”
I was honest. “Not for a few hours.”
A sad but real smile peeked out from behind the cloud of somber he wore. I was too jittery to have this conversation sitting down, so I didn’t bother to invite him to have a seat before I started in.
I sipped my coffee and feigned innocence. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
Hunter reached forward and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “I like you. A lot, Natalia. I enjoy your company. You’re beautiful and smart…and a smart ass, which oddly, I find ridiculously sexy. And the sex…” He shook his head. “I’d spend every waking moment inside of you, if I could.”