Of course, that man had to be Hunter.
He grabbed my shoulders and steadied them to keep me from falling over. “Hey…where you running off to?”
He said it playfully and with a smile on his face, but when he got a look at my scowl, his smile wilted fast.
“Move.” I demanded.
“Natalia? What happened? What’s going on?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Why?”
“You don’t need me here.”
“What are you talking about? Why are you so upset?”
His hands were still on my shoulders. “Let go of me!”
He lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay. But talk to me. What’s going on?”
I leveled him with a scathing look. “I met your neighbor.”
His brows drew down as if that wasn’t enough information. Who knows? Maybe it wasn’t. I hadn’t gone door to door to see what other women he was fucking on the floor. I rolled my eyes. “Brooke. The redhead.”
Hunter’s eyes shut.
I waited until they opened again to finish my description. “And she’s a natural redhead, in case you’d forgotten. Lucky me, I got to verify that first-hand.”
I started to walk around Hunter, but he grabbed my arm. “Natalia.”
Stopping, I answered like a sullen child. “What?”
I’d been speaking to his chest, and he kept quiet until I looked up into his eyes. His tone was firm, yet calm. “Let’s talk about this. You can decide to go after, or you can stay, but either way, please hear me out.”
I was weary, and he read it on my face.
“Please,” he pressed.
Our lives were intertwined through mutual friends. It only made sense that things end on a better note than my storming out. I nodded, and the look of relief on his face made me realize he was a lot better at controlling his temper than I was.
Almost as if he was afraid I might change my mind, he pushed the button to call the elevator, slipped the handle of my roller bag from my hand, and put his other hand at the small of my back to usher me inside the car.
You could’ve heard a pin drop on the ride up. Yet even being pissed off and hurt, I found sharing a small space with Hunter had an insane effect on my body. He was just so right there. He filled a room with his intoxicating smell and the way he planted his feet wide in that masculine, alpha-male way.
I was relieved when we arrived at his floor. I needed air that wasn’t shared with this man to keep my head on straight. Our silence continued as we walked down the hall. Still feeling off kilter, I didn’t even realize we’d passed the door to his apartment until he was knocking on another door.
“Why are you knocking?”
Before he could respond, the stunning redhead swung open the door. Her eyes lit up to find Hunter on the other side, until she caught the look on his face and me standing next to him.
“Brooke.” He nodded.
She looked between the two of us. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“When was the last time we saw each other?” Hunter asked, again in that calm but firm tone.
“A year ago, maybe?”