Page 61 of The Christmas Holiday
‘Not me. But OK. I’ll call you a cab.’
I’d been back in my room a few minutes and was just pulling my dress over my head when there was a knock at the door. Stuck half in and half out of my dress, I swore under my breathand yanked at it some more.
‘Who is it?’
‘Me.’
I pulled off the dress and grabbed my dressing gown from the hook in the bathroom. Shoving my arms in hurriedly, I belted it as I opened the door to Hunter. ‘Is everything all right?’
‘Yes.’
‘Oh.’
‘I just wanted to check you got home OK. You were supposed to call me.’
‘No I wasn’t. I told you I was going to get a taxi.’
‘And I told you I could pick you up.’
‘Hunter. I was on a date. It’s bad enough you dropped me off, but I didn’t have the time to argue with you.’
‘I don’t see the problem.’
I put a hand on my hip. ‘My ex is dropping me off and picking me up from dates and you don’t see how potentially awkward that makes me feel?’
From the look on his face, I could see it hadn’t even occurredto him.
‘Right. OK. I admit, I hadn’t fully considered that. I just—’
‘Like to know where everyone is all the time. I get it.’
He gave a nod. ‘I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward. That wasn’t my intention.’
I leant on the door and let out a sigh. ‘I know it wasn’t.’
‘I promise not to take you when you see him again. If that helps.’
‘I’m not seeing him again.’
Hunterfrowned. ‘Really?’
‘Really. What’s the point? I’m only here for a couple of days.’
Hunter gave me a look and then at least had the grace to look a little embarrassed.
‘Yes, well. You and I obviously operate on different levels. And Marty wasn’t interested in that sort of arrangement either.’
Hunter snorted. ‘If you’d offered, he would have accepted. Believe me. He barely took hiseyes off you the whole time.’
‘Rubbish. To all of it. He’s looking for something far more meaningful than a quick shag.’
One corner of Hunter’s mouth curved up. ‘Who said anything about it having to be quick?’
I straightened from the door. ‘Goodnight, Hunter.’
