“I have no doubt,” he says.
“Why doesn’t Haven have food or a drink in her hand?” she asks, glaring beside me.
“She doesn’t drink,” Rylee says, and Hunter touches my arm.
“What would you like?” he asks.
“Water is fine.” I smile at him. As he gets up, the room fills with conversation. I’ve never had the desire to drink alcohol. My father would have a drink every night, and I still remember the smell of it on his breath as he yelled at me.
“Are you hungry?” Remy asks, leaning close.
“Not really.” I rub my stomach. The butterflies erupt as he slides his arm behind me.
“You should eat.” He frowns.
“I’m a little nauseous from all the junk food I ate on the drive,” I whisper, leaning close.
“I should have taken you to the restaurant.” He plays with the end of my hair. “Cooking for you would be a pleasure.”
“You’re a chef?” I unsuccessfully hide the shiver his touch causes, judging by his smirk.
“Yes. I also own the building.” His fingers trail down my back.
“Do you like it?” He’s gorgeous, successful,andtalented.
“I do. I can ignore the world when I’m cooking.”
“What do you ignore?” I ask, wondering what he would need to escape.
“More things than I would like to admit,” he whispers, and eases back.
“Move over, jaguar,” Rylee says, pushing her way between us.
“There is a free seat on the other side,” he grits out.
“I know.” She smiles widely and squeezes in. “You had your time. I get some now. Maybe we should set up a custody agreement.”
“Seriously?” I laugh. “I’m going to get scheduled visits?”
“Sure. You were my friend first. I’m the one who’s going to lose my friend in the deal.” She waves her hand toward Remy. “I have eyes. He’s a beautiful man. Unfortunately, they all are. You’re going to fall under their spell and the bond. I’ll be lucky to get you every other Sunday.” I want to laugh again, yet her words spark jealousy in my stomach. “See.” She points at me. “Saying they are beautiful pissed you off.”
“Nu-huh.” I glance at Hunter as he hands me water.
“Good,” he says, resuming his seat.
“I would never ignore you. Or forget why I came in the first place,” I say, ignoring Hunter’s response.
“We’ll see,” Rylee mumbles, glaring at Hunter.
“You need to eat.” I look at the plate of food he holds. “I didn’t know what you liked.”
“I’m not picky.” I stare at the little sandwiches. There is cheese, sausage, crackers, and chips piled around them. He picks up a wedge of cheese and holds it to my mouth.
“Eat,” he commands, and I blink. I meet his steady gaze. He acts as if it’s perfectly natural to feed me in a room full of people.
“Hunter.” He moves the food closer. What choice do I have? A sexy man wants to feed me, so I open my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says deeply, and my stomach clenches.
