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Hunter had hopped the barrier gate that separated us and was kneeling at my side almost before I came to a halt from my fall. “I came to pick you up. Didn’t you see my sign with your name on it?”
“Natalia Sbagliato-Numero? Cute. Very cute. How did you even know I spoke Italian?”
Hunter offered his hand to help me up. “You were mumbling curses at me under your breath the night of Derek and Anna’s wedding.”
I didn’t remember that. Then again, a lot of the evening was fuzzy. I took his hand and stood. “What happened to Samantha? She was going to pick me up so we can run the errands for the shower tomorrow.”
Hunter flashed a boyish smile. “I offered to help with her errands.”
I knew Samantha. She might’ve looked just like her older sister, but she didn’t have her sister’s energy. In fact, lazy might be the right way to describe Sam.
“I’m sure you didn’t have to ask twice.”
“Nope. And I would’ve done them all just to get to pick you up from the airport.” Hunter grabbed the handle to my suitcase. “Do you have any other luggage to wait for?”
“No. This is it. I hate to check luggage.”
“I’m parked in short-term parking, so it’s not too far.”
We walked through the busy airport and parking area together. Hunter’s strides were longer than mine, so when we stopped at the crosswalk for the light and then started again, I might’ve had the opportunity to ogle how good his ass looked in his shorts. I bet he does a shitload of squats.
When we arrived at his vehicle, I wasn’t surprised to find a sparkling clean, late-model, black pickup truck. He pressed the button to start it and walked around to the passenger side with me. An electric step lowered as he opened the door, which I was glad for because the truck was really high off the ground. Hunter put my bag into the backseat of the cab and shut my door before jogging around to the driver’s side.
The inside was more spacious than I would’ve thought.
Hunter caught me inspecting his ride. “What?”
“This thing is so big.”
A dirty smirk crossed his face. “I’ve heard that before. Often.”
I rolled my eyes. “I meant the truck. I’ve never actually been inside a pickup.”
“Well, what’s the verdict?”
Hunter’s car was not a typical work-type pickup truck. It was more like a fancy SUV—lined in top-stitched leather, with an enormous amount of electronics and dark wood grain.
I nodded my approval. “It’s nice. Suits you.”
He put one hand on the steering wheel. “Oh yeah? Suits me? What do you drive?”
“What do you think I drive?”
He squinted as if he was going to give it some legitimate thought, then quickly put the car into reverse. “Easy. Prius. You drive a Prius.”
“How did you know? Anna told you.”
“Nope. Your friend Anna wouldn’t tell m
e shit about you. Couldn’t even get your last name or phone number out of her.”
“So how did you know?”
“Fits. Same as you said about me and my truck.”
Hunter pulled up to the parking exit gate, inserted a ticket into the machine and paid forty-dollars to park.
“God. That’s worse than parking at JFK.”
