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“Do you really think so?” I don't see him that way at all.
He shrugs. “They want more. Most people do.”
“No, I meant why do you see yourself that way?”
He shrugs. “Nurture shaping nature.” One eyebrow lifts when he sees my face. “You look surprised.”
“I am,” I say, sticking the last of my stray outfits into my suitcase. “I don't see you that way at all.”
He presses his lips together in an expression I can't read. “That's because I'm not, with you.”
I link my arm through his, and we take the elevator up to the third floor. and make our way into his movie room. He's still got my hand laced through his arm, but when we get into the vast room with its rows of black leather recliners, he lets go of me and waves at the cabinets on the wall. “You pick something. I need to call Marchant, okay?”
I nod. “I need to make a call, too.”
We go into separate corners. Suri tells me Cross is calmer now, wants to see me, and insists he's right about someone trying to kill him that night at Hunter's party. I tell her I'll be back tomorrow.
Hunter walks over to me, his hands in his pockets. “Something...um, happened. Having to do with the situation you heard my father mention. If they don't get it straightened, I might have to go out and help.”
“Who's they?”
“Marchant and I have a team of private investigators, looking into what happened to Sarabelle.”
I nod slowly. “I see.” Before I can ask him another question, he arches his brows and asks, “What did you pick?”
“The Notebook.”
The horrified look on his face is priceless.
I laugh, pulling the DVD out from behind my back. “What about The Princess Bride?”
“Now that'll work.”
“I want to watch this and have fun. But tell me one thing first. Was it all fake? You and Priscilla?”
He nods, and I can't help myself. “So she's framing you. Blackmailing you or something.”
He starts the movie and pulls me into his lap, in one of the recliners. I'm surprised, but I adore the closeness. “Don't worry about me,” he says as I settle against his chest. “And please, don't ever be afraid of me. You know...I still remember the first night I ever saw you.”
“You had a woman over.”
“An escort.”
I frown, wondering about his mother. She was an escort, or so his father said. “Do you only like escorts? Is that why you're not having sex with me?”
“I have sex with escorts because they don't want anything. Remember? I'm a no strings attached kind of guy.”
“You seem like you would make a good boyfriend,” I say, stroking his arm. Not that I can really say, having even less experience in relationship matters. “I mean, if you found the right person.”
He’s silent for a second, and I kick myself for being so obvious.
Eventually, he says, “I think ultimately I just can't take that risk.”
He kisses my temple. I snuggle up to him as the movie starts to play, and want to cry.
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~HUNTER~
