Page 68 of Reforming Hunt
But giving Noah up? Even if it was only physical custody, the thought had Abby curling into a ball.
She wasn’t sure she could do it. But she also wasn’t sure she could force Noah into the lifestyle she’d grown up in. Financially broke. Parents working day and night. Too much time alone.
Abby wanted better for her son.
Chapter 30
Hunt finally tracked down the address of Abby’s friend Maria, where Abby had been staying, and just in time. He was losing it, crawling the walls of his now-finished house, unable to sleep or eat, worried sick about Abby and Noah. He also feared he’d lost his family for good. Because Noah and Abbywerehis family.
Hunt and Abby weren’t supposed to stay married. He wasn’t supposed to love her, but somehow, along the way, he’d fallen for the sweet, sexy single mother of his favorite club kid. He almost wondered if it had happened the night he’d met her at the club, before he knew she was Noah’s mom.
Abby wasn’t like anyone else. She was strong and thoughtful, and she felt amazing in his arms. All he knew was that he wanted her in his life permanently. Hunt didn’t want to live through another day without his family. That was why he was on his way to Maria’s house to grovel and do whatever he had to do to get his wife and Noah back.
Abby had left him. She hadn’t said as much, but she was gone, and he feared it was permanent. Now that he knew what truly happened the day of the boating accident, he’d been able to think clearly and not allow past failures to cloud his judgment. The accident hadn’t been his fault, though he took some responsibility for anything that happened at the dock and beach. But he’d failed Abby in one other significant way.
He’d never told her how he felt. That he wanted more. That he was ready for more.
Hunt climbed the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building where Abby was living with Noah. He checked the door number given to him by Kaylee, who had tracked down Noah’s grandparents and stealthily found out where Abby was staying, then knocked on the door.
Abby answered. Wearing her scrubs.
She looked incredible, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and sink his face in her hair. “Hey,” he said instead.
“Hey.” She looked past him. “How did you find me?”
“Noah’s grandparents.”
Her eyebrows pinched together. “They gave you my address?”
“Not exactly. Kaylee sort of got it out of them. Can I come in?”
“Oh, yes.” She stepped back. “Sorry, I was just surprised to see you.” Her gaze swept his body, and he felt it everywhere.Goddamn.“It’s good to see you,” she said.
Hunt forced himself to not reach for her hand. “It’s good to see you too. Are you okay? Noah okay?”
“We’re fine. Noah ran to the store with Maria. She’s going to watch him while I put in an extra shift.”
Hunt nodded. He didn’t like that Abby was working more shifts again, but at least she and Noah were both safe. “Good, that’s good. Abby—”
“Hunt,” she said at the same time.
“You first,” he said.
She walked into the small apartment living room and sat on the couch, gesturing for him to sit as well. “I’m sorry. I should have called you.”
“It’s fine. I know how upset you were with me.”
She twisted her hands together. “I was. Until I realized it wasn’t entirely your fault. I was wrong to put everything on you. Wrong to marry you.”
He held up his hand. “Wait, you regret what we shared?”
Her mouth parted. “Well, not exactly. It’s more that I feel like it was incredibly selfish of me to put the burden of caring for me and Noah on you.”
“It’s not a burden if I wanted it.”
She shook her head, looking down. “You wanted to help us—”
“Nope. I fell in love with you.”
