Chapter 3
Six Years Earlier
Dimas whistled. “Nice house.” Hunter never carried himself off at school as an entitled or privileged kid like some others on their golf team, but the large house clearly dispelled this myth. Dimas chuckled. Hunter and his secrets. He still marveled that Hunter Mullins was the stepson of Carl Mullins, the pro golfer, a secret he just recently been told. Dimas had been sworn to secrecy by Hunter not to tell the others on the golf team. He wanted to be treated like anyone else.
“Thanks,” Hunter said. “My mother likes the Victorian style.” Hunter parked on the driveway, not bothering to open up the detached garage door. “Come on.” They took their carry-ons and walked up to the front door. Hunter struggled to open the door with his key, when the door flew open. A
