Page 12 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 6

Hunter

I can senseher eyes on me, wanting to know what the hell is wrong with me. I wish I could tell her, but I don’t think she’d understand caveman talk at the moment. “I swear as soon as we’re home, I will be able to think more rationally.”

“You have to give me more than that, Hunter. You said there was an emergency!”

“If we didn’t get out of there, it would have turned into an emergency, and one of your friends down at the call center would have had to dispatch the cops to Russel’s to keep me from killing Dale.”

“His name was Dave.” She mumbles, and I almost slam on my breaks, but using what’s left of my common sense, I decide not to. The longer I’m in her presence, the stronger this animal rage within me grows. I don’t even want her saying another man’s name.

After a few tense minutes of silence, I peer over at Whitley and see that she’s on her phone texting, someone. Shit, I’ve really gone and screwed this night up royally. “I’m sorry for overreacting back there,” I mumble.

“What was that?” She asks, putting her phone back in her clutch.

“I’m sorry for overreacting back at Russel’s. I shouldn’t have let him get to me like he did.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah just don’t let it happen again.”

It is very unlikely that I’ll be able to keep that promise, so I don’t respond. Within fifteen minutes, we are pulling up my drive and into my garage. The house is close to her parents, but not too close that they could walk here. It’s a four-bedroom, two and a half bath ranch with a deck and a nice sized yard. It’s a new house that was only built a few months back and has sat empty since it was finished. I hope Whitley likes it because I plan on moving her in as soon as possible.

“This is yours?”

“Why do you always sound so surprised by everything that has to do with me?”

She laughs and shrugs. “I have no idea.” She opens up her door and looks back at me. “Come on, show me around. I’ve been dying to see what these looked like since they were built.”

Once inside the house, I let her walk around the place, and like a puppy, I follow her. She doesn’t say anything for the longest time. She just walks into each room and stares for a few minutes, then walks out. When she gets to the master bedroom, she peeks in, but then goes to walk away.

“I promise I hid my dirty clothes.” I try and joke, but she only blushes.

“I didn’t want to intrude. Bedrooms are a private place.”

I grab her hand and walk her into my bedroom, the one I plan on sharing with her for many years to come.

“What do you think?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her to stand in between my legs.

Hesitantly, she rests her hands on my shoulders and looks me square in the eyes. “You have a beautiful home, Hunter. Empty, but beautiful.”

“Are you going to help me fill it up?”

“Trust me, you don’t want my help with this. I can’t decorate to save my life.”

I won’t tell her I meant I wanted to fill it up with children, not decorations, but I’ll let her believe that for now. “You are the only person’s help I do want Whitley.” I lean in for a kiss, but she steps back.

“No. Once you kiss me, it’s over. I want you to tell me what’s going on with you. Where did you go when you left? Tell me about your life after you left me, Hunter.”

The pleading tone in her voice does me in, but it’s the look in her eyes that has me opening up my mouth and telling her my story. I drag my hands down my face and breathe deeply, then exhale. She’s right. I know she’s right, but that doesn’t stop me from being afraid of what this could mean for us.

“Come on.” I stand and grab her hand, walking us back into the living room to sit on the couch. I’m quiet for a while before Whitley pokes me in the chest. “Talk.” She demands.

I grab her finger and kiss the tip of it. “The night of the football game, the last time we saw each other, my mom and dad were meeting with a U.S. Marshal from WITSEC. My dad had witnessed a murder and reported it to the police a couple weeks before. It turns out that the guy he saw pull the trigger was high up in the Russian Bratva. We had to go into witness protection until Kozlov, and all of his men were arrested and placed in prison.”

“Since you came back, does that mean they are all in prison now?”

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