Page 53 of Reforming Hunt
Whenever Hunt had pictured a future with a woman, his mind had always drawn a blank. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid of a committed relationship, if it was with Abby. For Hunt, that was huge.
Had to be because of the lack of sex. Nothing else made sense.
He pulled out his phone and shot Abby a text message.
Hunt:What’s for dinner?
He’d offered to bring home takeout from Club Tahoe a couple of times this week, but both times Abby had shot him down. She might grumble about the quantity of food he and Noah ate, but she didn’t seem to mind cooking, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
Abby:Noah just ate mac and cheese. You’re flying solo. Maria and I are going out to listen to music.
Hunt:Who’s watching Noah?
Abby:I was hoping my husband would ;)
Abby:But if you can’t, I can call Noah’s grandparents. Though I hate asking them for anything. Or I can stay home…
No way. First of all, if anyone needed personal time, it was Abby. Between school and her job, the woman worked more hours than anyone he knew. Hunt was happy she’d cut back after their wedding. Besides, a little space was probably for the best. The sexual tension in their house was intense. One more night of going to bed without touching her, and the roof might blow.
Hunt:I’ll take care of Noah. Boys’ night!
Abby sent him a heart emoji, and his chest puffed up.
The woman was easy to please. And looking after Noah was just plain fun. They’d eat junk food, which Abby would complain about, but it wasBoys’ Nightand junk food was mandatory.
Hunt considered their food options as he pulled into the driveway of Abby’s small cabin, and his home of the last week. Burgers and fries? Ice cream? There was that chocolate volcano cake at the resort Noah liked…
He walked up the steps and let himself in with the key Abby had given him a week ago. Noah was at the dining table building a tower with magnetic geometric shapes. “Hey, Noah. How was your day?”
“Great! Mom’s letting you babysit me tonight.” Noah bounced up and down in his seat.
Hunt smiled and set down his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter. “I heard. Start thinking of a movie you want to watch.”
He filled a glass of water and took a drink. Then several things happened at once: Noah began rattling off names of animated films, and Abby walked into the living room, looking down and adjusting the hem of her dress.
Hunt choked on his water, spitting it out in a spray.
Abby’s long, light brown hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and she was wearing makeup, which took her from naturally beautiful to supermodel stunning.
What the hell was he thinking letting his wife go out on the town without him? She was going to get hit on left and right.
Noah bent over and laughed hysterically. “You spat out your water!”
He ran to his mom and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Mommy, you look pretty.”
Abby smiled and kissed Noah’s head. “Thank you, honey.”
She looked up at Hunt, and her eyes widened.
What did she think she was doing going out looking like that? She was a married woman, for God’s sake. Fine, it was a marriage in name only, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt like she washis. And Hunt didn’t share.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” he said.
Abby was still staring at him uncertainly, but she nodded and turned to Noah. “Be good tonight, okay? Try not to eat too much of the bad food Hunt brings into the house.”
Noah giggled.
Busted. And Hunt felt no shame.Boys’ Night.
