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Which sounded disgusting.
I…
“Umm, Wyett?”
I turned to find a fellow nurse staring at me in wonder.
“Yes?” I asked.
“There’s a man. A really sexy one with glasses, with his hair a mess, in these sweatpants that…” She gestured toward the nurses’ station. “Says he has your lunch?”
I felt my grin grow wide as I hurried in the direction she’d indicated.
That grin slowly slid off my face when I saw the multitude of nurses gathered around him, chatting it up.
Luckily, he’d changed out of the sweatpants.
Now he was wearing a set that were—thank God—more on the loose side.
They didn’t show every line, indention, and lump.
They did, however, seem to really cup his package and push it out deliciously.
Meaning, the nurses, my fellow friends, had seen it.
There was no way that they hadn’t.
“Hunt?” I called out, causing his eyes to turn to me.
When he saw me, he frowned.
He broke off from the ladies, and two men, surrounding him and walked my way without a parting word.
When he got to me, he pulled me into his arm and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
I sighed.
“I was worried that I wasn’t going to get to eat, and I’m hangry.” I all but sank into his embrace.
Man, he smelled good.
I still couldn’t believe that this man was mine.
At least, until he wised up and realized that the baggage that I came with was too much to deal with.
Speaking of…
“I got another call from my aunt today, too.” I felt Hunt tense underneath my hands. “Actually, it was from my aunt’s lawyer. He’s saying that he’s suing me on her behalf for ‘emotional damage’ and that he ‘needs my new address’ to make that happen. Unless I ‘want him to visit my job.’”
Hunt sighed. “I changed your address online. According to the DMV, as well as all public records are concerned, you live in an abandoned lot in Souls Chapel, Texas. I procured it under the Souls Chapel Revenants MC’s name. I didn’t want her finding you.”
That made sense.
Kind of, anyway.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “What do you have in that bag?”
It was pushing into my side, and it was warm.
It was making my mouth water, too.
The smell was divine.
“Chicken bacon club.” He paused. “No tomatoes. Jalapeno chips. Slice of chocolate cake. Sweet tea.”
I groaned.
“How did you know that was my favorite?” I wondered.
He laughed. “I’m catching up on a lot of stuff in regards to you. But last week you left a receipt on the counter with the order on there. I didn’t know it was your favorite. I just knew that you’d ordered it. I was hoping that you liked it, too.”
I did.
I liked it a lot.
The problem was that the damn place, a mom and pop chain called Misfits, that you got it from had really odd hours.
And if they sold out of food before I got off of work, then I wouldn’t get to go.
They sold out a lot.
That was why I hadn’t bothered getting Hunt anything, because that was literally the last of the meat that they had to make a sandwich with.
I’d felt sort of bad, so after I’d gotten done eating, I’d stopped and gotten him a sandwich from Subway.
I’d learned only after that he wasn’t a big fan of sandwiches and he’d already eaten.
We’d given it to the dogs, and they’d loved it.
But I’d still felt badly that I’d eaten my food in the parking lot because I was so hungry and had in turn caused him to eat on his own at home.
This getting used to being married and actually having him around thing was not an easy job.
But he hadn’t seemed offended by my actions at the time.
And now he was being all sweet about it.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “Do you have time to come eat with me?”
He let me go and caught my hand. “Lead the way to where you want to go.”
I led him outside.
It was a little hot and humid today, but I didn’t want to go into the staff room because I damn well knew my fellow co-workers would find a reason to come in and eat with me. Or just drop in to ‘talk.’ Or they’d ‘forget’ something in their lockers.
Selfishly, I wanted Hunt all to myself.
When we sat down, the bench wasn’t much to work with, so he held my bag of chips for me as I all but downed my sandwich.
In between bites of sandwich and chips, he would offer me the sweet tea that was making a sweat circle on the cement beneath our feet.
“You were hungry,” he mused as he watched me go back to my sandwich.
I snickered. “You made me workout last night. Then, this morning, I forgot my breakfast and my lunch.”
He snorted. “That was why I brought the food. And your sandwich looked sad, so I brought you a better one.”
