Chapter 2
“Two chai lattes please,” Hunter ordered. As the barista prepared the hot drinks, a voice interrupted his idle fascination with the workings of the young woman getting the tea ready.
“Hunter Mullins? Is that you?”
Hunter turned to a familiar face. “Hi, Ida. What you doing here?”
“Carl gave me passes for the tournament, so the hubby and I came to watch. We were supposed to meet Carl for a late breakfast this morning, but he’s not answering his cell. And they won’t tell me if he is staying here.” Ida brushed bangs of graying dark brown hair to reveal her dark brown eyes. She didn’t have make-up on, like she normally did, and wore for a ponytail, and for half a second he wondered why she hadn’t worn any. Ida prided herself as being a fine member of the Ponte Vedra community so i
