Chapter Two HunterMaybe it was the music. Maybe it was the fact I’d barely eaten dinner, on top of drinking, when I never drank much to begin with. Or maybe I’d just been a little pent-up after a six-month dry spell spent having tea parties and braiding my four-year-old daughter’s hair. Whatever the reason, there was only one thought running through my mind the first time I laid eyes on Kate from across the bar.
I want her.
And once I saw her in that skintight dress, doing a horrible job of pretending to not be checking me out? I got all kinds of ideas about how to expend that pent-up energy. And now we were here, standing in my living room, surrounded by photos of my daughter. Which was pretty much the exact opposite of an aphrodisiac.
When we’d climbed out of the cab, I’d realized tha
