And if you don’t tell me what it’s about, I’m afraid I’ll have to turn around, get into my car, and drive away.” “We are talking somewhere.” I took my AirPods out, dropping them into my front pocket. His eyes inched wider in surprise, but he soon arranged his features back into a flaccid expression and cleared his throat.
“And…?” I frowned when it became obvious his statement was also meant to serve as some sort of clarification. I blinked at him, waiting for further explanation. “I’m Hunter Fitzpatrick.” He pointed at himself, his smirk a perfect, well-practiced half-moon with the right amount of teeth-to-dimple ratio. This guy was a complete stranger, after all. “Yeah.” I reared my head back so I could take more of him in, and also because I couldn’t tell if the need to head-butt him would arise. I felt my body stiffening in defense and shook my head, ridding myself of the weird hold his looks had on me. “Sailor Brennan?” the man- not boy-asked flatly, his eyes raking me head to toe like I was a call girl he’d just opened his door for and discovered was not up to his standards.
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