Page 88 of Unexpected

“Okay,” I said, drawing out the word.

Kate cocked her hip to the side, placing her hand on it. “This better be good. I was texting with one of the guys from school, and I’m hoping he’s going to finally ask me out.”

“Who? That Damien guy?”

She nodded, her long ponytail swaying from the movement.

Hunter shook his head. “I hate to break it to you, sis, but you’ve been friends for two years. If he wanted to ask you out, he would’ve already made a move.”

When I saw her smile fall, I elbowed Hunter in the side.

“What?” He shrugged. “Don’t waste your time on someone who’s not all in—that goes for both of you.”

“Are you done insulting me now?” Kate asked.

“I wasn’t trying to insult you,” he said, and her expression softened. “I’m trying to help you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He turned back to me. “Okay. Where was I? We got the New York office up and running. Which means, I’m moving back to LA full time.”

“Who’s going to run the New York office?” I asked.

“Toby. He’s more connected in that region, and I realized how much I missed LA.”

“You mean—how much you missed us,” Kate teased.

“That too,” Hunter agreed. “I have a few more weeks left in New York, but then I’ll be back. So…we’re going to need to figure out a new living situation.”

“I can move out,” Kate said. “It’s no big deal.”

“Like I said,” Hunter said, not agreeing to anything. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Actually…” I stared at the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes. “Since I lost my job, I’m probably going to move back home.”

“Like hell, you are.” Even without looking, I could feel his eyes boring into mine. “And that brings me to my third point—our bet.”

“What about our bet?”

He arched a brow. “I believe you remember the terms.”

I nodded. “Yes, though it doesn’t really matter now. Alexis and I are no longer dating.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” He pointed his finger at me. “Always so quick to assume you won.”

“Didn’t I?”

“You…did not.”

I stared at him, slack-jawed. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, there’s no way that you—Hunter the manwhore Pruitt—lasted an entire month without sex.”

“Shocking as it is,” Kate said. “He did. He called or texted every night to confirm he was sleeping alone.”

I shook my head. “And we’re just going to take his word for it? He could have totally had a quickie in the bathroom—”

“Eww. Gross,” Kate said.

“Or he could’ve fucked a girl in the elevator,” I added with a shrug. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Kate waved her hands before her, screwed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Please stop. This is my brother we’re talking about. I really,reallydo not want to know these things about him.”

Hunter chuckled. “I won the bet, which means—”