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From what I understood, Claire was the model who’d taken Avery under her wing, acting as her mentor in France.
Hunter laughed and took her coat from her.
“Avery, this is Kipton. Kipton, my cousin Avery.”
I extended my hand, but she pulled me in for a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you from the girls. I couldn’t wait to meet you and—oh my God!” She grabbed my hand. “That’s Grams’s ring!”
Hunter laughed. “Not anymore. It’s my fiancée’s ring.”
Avery screamed and threw herself at Hunter, then turned and hugged me again.
“What’s all the noise out—” Lincoln started to say before she stopped and let out a scream of her own. “Merit! Avery’s home!”
Suddenly, people filled the foyer, wanting to welcome Avery back to Hamilton. Hunter slipped his hand into mine, and we slowly started to make our way to the front door.
“And where do you two think you’re going?” my father said, stopping us in our tracks.
I spun around to see him and Brock, standing side by side.
Hunter pulled me closer. “For a ride.”
My head snapped to look at him.
Hunter quickly added, “Horseback riding! Not the…other…kind of ride.” His cheeks turned red.
I closed my eyes briefly. When I glanced back at our fathers, mine looked about ready to kill Hunter, while Brock looked ready to high-five his son.
“Isn’t it a little cold to be going for a ride?” my father said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Daddy, it’s not that cold.”
He gave me a once-over and quirked up a brow. “And in a dress?”
Busted. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing, while Hunter made a frustrated noise under his breath.
Hitting him on the side of the arm, Brock leaned in and said something to Hunter that only he could hear. Then he turned to my dad. “Come on, Gilbert. I’ll pour you a scotch.”
Giving Hunter a warning look as he turned, my father said, “Better make it a double.”
Once they walked away, Hunter and I both relaxed—and burst out laughing.
He finally sighed, reaching for my jacket. “Let me take your coat. It doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere.”
After hanging up our coats, Hunter took my hand, and we started back toward the living room, where the noise levels were almost ridiculous now.
Before we got there, I pulled him to a stop. “What did your father whisper to you?”
A smile so sexy appeared on his handsome face, I thought my knees might buckle on the spot.
“He told me he’d make sure your folks stayed in a guesthouse tonight…far away from your room.”
My face instantly heated, and I slapped him on the chest. “I told you they probably heard us last time!”
He laughed and pulled me to him. “They didn’t hear us. But I am my father’s son.”
I gazed into those blues and sighed, exasperated. “Kiss me.”
“Anything for you.”
