Page 62 of Through the Flames
A muscle in Hunter’s jaw twitched. “Yeah, I’ll take carrying a couple of boxes if it means your ass isn’t in my house anymore,” he said almost lazily. “You can go now.”
The corner of Dom’s mouth twitched, like I’d missed an inside joke. “Anything you wanna tell me, bro?”
“Get out?” Hunter quirked a brow.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Dom chuckled.
He shook his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement, like he’d just solved a puzzle he’d been trying to figure out for a long time.
“Yeah, alright,” he said easily, staring Hunter right in the eye. “I’ll see you at practice.”
What the actual fuck was going on here?
Then he turned to me. “You good?”
“Yup. All good. You can leave.”
Considering this was pretty much my only option for having a roof over my head — and a fucking nice one at that — I could not fuck this up in any way.
I’d known what I was getting myself into when it came to Hunter. I knew he was particular about some things, so I’d do everything I could to make this arrangement as comfortable for him as possible.
My brother was still standing at the door, brows raised, like he didn’t quite believe me.
“Just go. I’m sure Sierra is waiting.” I made a shooing motion with my hands, and as expected, the mention of his girlfriend was the only motivation he needed to vacate the premises.
Dom’s eyes flicked to Hunter. “Gonna drop the rest of her stuff off on the porch. That work for you?”
All he got was a sharp nod before Hunter began climbing the stairs with ease, like he wasn’t carrying two of my humongous bags. Holy shit, this dude was strong.
After giving Dom a brief hug and murmuring a “Thanks” for his help, I slowly walked toward the stairs.
Something was coiling tight in my stomach as I stared up to where Hunter had disappeared to.
The sound of Dom’s truck departing spurred me into motion, and before I knew it, I’d climbed the stairs.
Hunter stepped through the door to my new room, just as I was about to walk through, causing us to almost collide.
He jerked out of my way before we actually made contact.
“My bad.” I laughed airily.
His gaze pierced me for a second, then he moved past me. Okay, then.
Stepping inside, I took in the room, furnished like it, too, came straight out of a magazine.
The dark olive green comforter, incidentally my favorite color, was perfectly smoothed, and the corners were sharply tucked.
A scented candle stood on the bedside table and, as I got closer, I could read the label: Lavender.
Huh. Maybe this explains where the lavender scent was coming from.
There was a beautiful, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall. Smiling, I did a little twirl.
A plush reading chair sat in the corner, a soft-looking blanket folded over its edge.
Unable to resist, I ran my fingers over the fabric, a little “oooh” escaping my lips as I discovered just how silky soft it was.
Surprisingly, the room looked lived in, aside from its almost disturbing pristine-ness, of course. But I knew for a fact no onehad lived here since Colt moved out,andI knew for a fact this wasn’t how Colt had this room furnished.
