Chapter 8A sleepy-eyed, tousled Hunter, wearing the loaned sweatshirt against the morning’s chill, stumbled into the kitchen just as Raven was about to leave for work.
“You look f*****g gorgeous all dressed up,” he said.
“Thank you,” Raven said as he leaned in to kiss a very masculine cheek dark with stubble. “You look like you slept well last night.”
Hunter grinned at the humor of it. “That I did. Had a most excellent day yesterday.”
“Do you have plans for today?”
He nodded and ran his hands through hair he hadn’t yet brushed. “I’ll make some job calls. I’ll walk to a nearby thrift shop where I think I can find some decent slacks and a dress shirt. I think I can do that on the money Jennifer’s mom gave me.”
“Money you earned, Mr. Hero.”
Raven bit back the urge to offer to pay for n
