Page 39 of Pretty Little Trigger

CHAPTER 38

Hunter

I’m in the shower.

For the second time today.

To be fair, it’s the only place in this apartment where no one’s yelling about rhinestones or asking me to unzip a dress that defies physics.

So I’m here. Again. Letting the hot water pound against my shoulders while I try to recalibrate.

One woman, I can handle.

Four? The military did not train me for this.

There are lashes on the countertop.

Glitter in the hallway.

At least two women dancing in their underwear to a playlist that can only be described as aggressively unholy.

And the worst part? I liked it.

Not the noise. Not the chaos.

But her in it. Laughing.

Glowing. Unapologetically alive.

So I’m here. Catching a break before I have to drive them to the club like a fucking Uber driver. God help me.