So before Mackenzie walked in and caught him peeking through her private journal, Hunter set down the guitar and removed any trace of his snooping.
He was just leaving the studio when he spotted a note resting against a vase of roses that were so big it was clear they weren’t of the average flower-shop variety. Nope, these were special-order flowers with a single purpose: to charm.
It was a play from Hunter’s own handbook. A rookie play but an effective one. As he well knew.
And the note? Made from high-quality card stock with silver edging and some fancy AC monogram branded into the front, it was bold, masculine, and enough to make his eye twitch.
He picked up the card and flipped it open. The sunlight pierced the hundreds of holes, which all had a place and purpose. Neighbor Arthur knew how to cook and write braille and hadDarlin’s personal number and a key to her place. So what? The dude was clearly long-winded and a pushover.
Mackenzie didn’t like pushovers. Plus, she shared a history and connection with Hunter that couldn’t be surpassed.
Unfortunately for Hunter, Neighbor Arthur also had a signature that was identical to the scribbles in Mackenzie’s journal. Which meant she already had a writing partner in her life.
And it wasn’t Hunter.
