“I won’t tell—”

“I said it’s fine,” he snapped. This whole situation was just one big reminder of all his failures. Besides, Hunter didn’t want to think about his home stuff, not now, in the dark, lying on the floor of someone else’s room.

Then he realized that he probably shouldn’t be a total shit in someone else’s room, either.

“Sorry,” he said. “Long day. I really . . . I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“I get it.” Another pause. “Gabriel can come on like a freight train, but he doesn’t hate you.”

o;Totally didn’t know you’d have soup on there. Jesus, I didn’t even know the cafeteria sold—”

Hunter stopped on the street and looked at him. “What do you want, Gabriel? What?”

“I want to know why you pretended to be my friend.”

Hunter started walking again.

Gabriel kept after him. “Michael said your grandfather threw you out because of what happened with Calla.”

“So what?”

“Does anyone trust you? Or do you just feed everyone a line of crap until it catches up with you?”

Hunter couldn’t look at him now. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Remember that day we went running? Remember how you sat on the side of the trail and cried about your father? Was that real? Or just one more act? Something to get me to talk, so you could report back to Bill?” His voice turned into a breathy lisping mockery of Hunter’s. “ ‘Guess what I learned today. Gabriel Merrick misses his mommy.’ ”

“Fuck you.”

“No, f**k you, Hunter.” Gabriel got in his face and shoved him, true anger behind the motion. “You know why you slept alone in your jeep last night? Because you’ve screwed over anyone who might help you.”

Hunter shoved past him and kept walking. He remembered that day, jogging on the trail, racing Gabriel for fun until they ran out of energy and adrenaline and collapsed in the grass. The air had been crisp and clean with the sun beating down—and memories of his father had clouded Hunter’s brain until he couldn’t help but talk about it. Emotion was tightening his chest again, just thinking about it.

A car rolled down the road, swirling dead leaves from the roadside in its wake. Night wind snuck into the space between Hunter’s collar and his neck. He begged the air for warmth, but it was merely content to nip at his skin and make him shiver.

“What I don’t get,” said Gabriel from behind him, “is how you could trust that ass**le.”

Hunter didn’t say anything.

“I mean,” Gabriel continued, “you know he abandoned his own daughter. You know he trapped Chris and Nick and used them as bait. Hell, you saw the news footage of the bridge when he tried to blow up Becca’s car. Some f**king father.”

Hunter just kept walking.

“And if you want to pick Bill’s side, then why did you help Michael tonight?”

“I needed money.”

Gabriel caught his arm and spun him around. “Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit. I did need money.” Hunter jerked free.

Gabriel shoved him in the chest. “Lying to yourself, too?”

Hunter gritted his teeth. “Go away.”

“Why can’t you even answer a straight question?” Another shove. “I’ve seen you drop Mike on his ass one-handed, so I don’t buy this crap about him forcing you into the truck.”

Gabriel shoved him again, a fierce motion that drove Hunter back a step. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to be here.

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