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She picks it up, scrolls through the notifications. “You’re right. Poor guy. Maybe something’s wrong.”
The shop phone starts ringing.
“I’m not answering that,” I say.
Maddy picks it up. “Beach Vibes, this is Maddy.”
Her eyes snap to me.
I shake my head violently.
“Uh, yes, she is here… but she’s busy. Can I give her a message?”
She nods and listens. “Sure, I’ll tell her.” She puts the cordless phone back on its charging station.
“He said to call him. He needs to talk.”
“Well, he can just wait. Like I did.” I realize how petty my words sound as soon as they leave my lips. “I’ll call him. Just not now.”
She frowns and throws up her hands. She’s mumbling when she leaves me to my misery.
I try not to think about him. But it stings. Why can’t I just meet a nice guy that keeps his word?
By five, Maddy is speaking to me again. We’re walking to her car, talking about smoothie prices when Hunter’s truck comes wheeling into the parking lot. I duck my head and groan.
“Guess he wants to talk,” she says as she unlocks the car.
Hunter’s striding toward me with purpose before I can crawl in the passenger seat of the Mini cooper. If only I’d been able to get the door shut…
But he’s like a freight train bearing down on me.
I’m instantly annoyed that my eyes register that he looks good.
His broad shoulders are tight beneath his t-shirt. His dark hair is just the right amount of wavy. Damn him. Why does he have to look so fricking good?
His brows are heavy, and his jaw is hard when he says, “Rach, I’m sorry.”
I frown.
His dark gray eyes drill into me. “I know you’re upset at me.”
“You should have sent me a message or something.”
He takes a step toward me. I try to sidestep and get my stupid boot thing caught. He steadies me with a warm hand on my shoulder. “I should have, but—”
I shrug loose. “Hunter. Thank you for saving me from falling over, but I’m getting in the car. We’re leaving, and I’m not listening to any excuses.”
His eyes are full of pain when he scrubs his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “We need to talk. And I mean really talk. I have some things I need to tell you.”
I bit my lip. “Not here. I need to think on this.”
My eye suddenly catches on his truck as the passenger door opens. A sturdy looking boy with dark cocoa skin slides out. He fiddles with some crutches then starts clomping his way toward us.
“You have a thing for people on crutches?”
Hunter glances toward his truck, his brow drops farther. He sighs. “Yep. I guess I do.”
“Hey, Hunter, can I go in the shop?”
