Page 6 of Reforming Hunt
Chris eyed him. “Took you long enough; you never responded to my text.”
“You’re not my girlfriend. Simmer down.” Noah came before any stupid shit Chris set up. So in some ways, yes, other things took priority over chasing women.
Hunt was closing in on thirty and helping his brothers run a multimillion-dollar resort, while Chris was a doorman Hunt went with to the clubs. Hunt might be a player, but he wasn’t completely oblivious to what mattered in life.
Chris flicked a piece of lint off his Club Tahoe uniform. “Usually, you get back to me the moment I text about a hookup.”
“Your point?” Hunt’s gaze caught on a car that sputtered to a stop in front of the club.
“First you ditch me in the middle of picking up a hot chick at the bar last night, and now you’re dragging your feet about going out. What was up with that, anyway? I had that hookup in the bag until you took off and left her friend stranded.”
Hunt had played his role last night, but there were limits to what he was willing to do for a friend. Making a woman uncomfortable crossed the line. “I’m not forcing a dead end,” Hunt said, his attention still on the clunker and the woman exiting it.
Her back was to him as she tucked a lock of light brown, wavy hair behind her ear and said something to the valet. She waved her hands, gesturing to the car and the entrance of the club.
“So that’s what the problem was?” Chris said. “Some woman finally turned you down—”
And that was the moment Hunt tuned Chris out entirely. Because he caught a glimpse of the woman’s face. She was flushed, but there was no mistaking it.
Hunt flagged the valet, and the man jogged over. “What’s going on?”
“The woman’s car broke down at the entrance. I told her she can’t park there.”
Hunt’s blood pressure rose. “If her car broke down, she can’t exactly move it. Go back and tell her you’ll take care of it.”
“I will? I-I mean,” the valet stammered. “How?”
“Call the head of maintenance. See if he can get it started. If he can’t, tell him to have it towed to Jeffery’s Mechanic shop. The club will pay for the tow. This isn’t some shoddy hotel. We take care of our customers.”
The valet ran back to the woman and appeared to apologize.
Her arms were wrapped around her waist, and she nodded. And then she looked in Hunt’s direction, and, for some stupid reason, he didn’t look away.
Abby met Hunt’s gaze, and her mouth parted in surprise.
She was wearing scrubs—which explained the clogs from last night.
“Hunt?” Chris snapped his fingers in Hunt’s face. “You still there?”
Hunt glared at Chris. “Do that again and you’ll lose a digit.”
Chris held up his hands. “Relax, man.” He glanced in the direction Hunt had been staring. “Who’s that woman? She looks familiar.”
“No one,” Hunt said, but in his periphery, he watched Abby enter the club, rushing through the door the valet held for her.
“Ah,” Chris said, nodding and looking between Abby and her car. “I get it. You’re one of those chivalrous bastards. That’s how you get all the women.”
Hunt turned his attention to his pseudo-friend who was becoming less of a friend every day. “If women like me, it’s because I give them what they want. And I’m nice to them. You should try it sometime.”
Chris laughed. “Whatever. See you at ten in the Sky Lounge.”
Hunt entered the lobby, but Abby was nowhere to be found.
When he returned to Club Kids, Noah was gone too.
For a split second, Hunt wondered if Abby had picked up his favorite club kid, but she hadn’t mentioned having a child. Only baggage. And Hunt didn’t consider kids baggage. If Noah was Abby’s kid… Well, it was best he never got to know her, because that was something even his loose morals couldn’t abide. He’d never spend time with a woman who left her child behind.
As far as Hunt knew, Noah got picked up by his grandparents. Abby had to be here for some other reason. And given he couldn’t find her, it looked like Hunt would never know what it was.
