Page 65 of The Triple Threat

“Hunter. He didn’t like it when Dylan grabbed you in that clinch.”

I thought back to when Dylan had bent me backwards and leaned in as though he was going to kiss me. Not at all fitting behavior for Santa and Mrs. Claus, but Annie had said it was a great shot for December.

“I think that was when he kinda stormed out,” Jefferson added. “Boy must have it bad.”

I almost choked on fresh air at his words and began a coughing fit. Jefferson slapped between my shoulders, grinning at me the whole time.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” he asked.

“No,” I croaked out.

He shrugged. “Well, it ain’t like Hunter knows either, so how are you supposed to.”

My stomach rolled and a wave of nausea passed over me. Just as I was about to throw up my beer, the door to Stars & Stripes burst open, and in walked the man himself.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked. “You look kinda green.”

“I think she’s had a shock.” Jefferson turned toward the bar. “You want a beer, son?”

“Yeah please,” Hunter answered, but his eyes were on me. “What’s happened? What’s shocked you?”

My eyes flicked toward Jefferson. “He knows,” I hissed.

“Knows what?”

“About me and you.”

Hunter’s head swiveled to look at his dad and then straight back to me. “How? Penny?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. All I know is he knows. Could be because you stormed out of the photoshoot, or so I heard.”

Hunter’s lip curled. “Yeah well, fucking Thor had his hands all over you. I didn’t like it.”

“Evidently. Not that it’s up to you who puts their hands on me.”

He took a step back and thrust his hands to his hips. “You do remember what happened in this very bar a few nights ago?”

My skin got heated as I did indeed recall what had happened to me and with what.

“So, I kinda think I do have a say in who puts their hands on you.”

I slapped a hand against his chest. “Who says? Putting that inside me once.” I pointed in the general direction of his dick. “Does not make me yours.”

Hunter caught hold of my hand and pulled me closer to him. He smelled delicious and his hair was damp at the ends.

“Did you go all the way home and shower?” I asked, a little mesmerized by him.

“No, I went to Carter’s place. Do you know he has throw pillows on his bed?”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No and they match his blinds.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “What is wrong with him.”

“His towels smelled clean too.” Hunter’s brows furrowed. “You think he’s got a girl?”

I thought about it for a second and then remembered we were arguing. “I don’t know, but you ignored what I said. Stabbing me with that huge appendage of yours doesn’t make me yours.”