“They didn’t believe you?”
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with that police department, but they instantly dismissed my findings. Maybe they couldn’t get over the fact that a bunch of renegades could run a better investigation than their prized officers…”
Hunter glanced at our empty drinks and stood up, stretching briefly. A moment later, he returned with an open bottle of Jack Daniels, halfway refilling our glasses before setting it down on the coffee table.
We ceremoniously clinked glasses together, both taking heavy swigs of the whiskey.
“So, what did you do then?” I asked.
Hunter thought on his answer for a moment. “With all the police and media attention in Arizona the Cartel shifted their focus east. We chased our lead, caught wind of their people nosing around the border in New Mexico and Texas. Figured we could do some good work back here…”
“So this is your usual base of operations?” I asked, glancing around the house. “And the bar? That’s yours?”
“Both temporary gifts, thanks to some free bodyguarding to a pair of clients with real estate out here,” he noted. “It’s a temporary situation. Texas isn’t exactly where the Devil’s Dragons want to call home.”
I wanted to ask about that, but there were more pressing things to know. “You’ve been chasing these people for a while,” I thought aloud. “It’s a lot to risk when you don’t have the support of the law.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck about the law,” Hunter answered with conviction. “Not since the law intervened in club operations and took away the love of my life…”
Involuntarily, I swallowed.
I was the love of his life?
He seemed to realize what he’d said, because Hunter immediately downed another mouthful of his liquor.
“I told myself that I didn’t need them,” he quickly followed up, adjusting the topic at hand. “If they weren’t willing to have my back when I practically brought them the answers to their problems, then I figured they could at least stay the fuck out of my way.”
I leaned forward, unable to clear my head of what he’d just said. Hunter thought I was the love of his life…
“But now you’re here,” he whispered.
With a glance, he read my thoughts.
A sly smirk crossed his lips.
“I knew you still carried a torch for me,” he murmured as he leaned forward as well. “There hasn’t been a goddamn day that I haven’t thought about you, Sarah…”
I felt a pressure in my chest as I maintained my ground, unwilling to pull away from him. Our gazes were locked onto one another, our lips tantalizingly only a foot away…
All those years that we’d been separated by distance, mystery, and the hardships of life… and now, my beloved Hunter was right here, achingly close…
“You know that I never stopped loving you.”
I dug down deep, finding the strength to move past that comment… no matter how hard it was to do so. I tried to steer my headspace back to the case at hand, back to business.
“You know where the cheerleaders are?” I asked him matter-of-factly.
For a split second, Hunter almost looked disappointed. His eyes mischievously flickered with something hidden, and he leaned back slightly.
“No, Detective, I have no idea where your missing pretty little white cheerleaders are,” he quipped. “Although it’s safe to say that you probably won’t find them by now… I think they’re long gone… Used up… Dead, if they’re lucky.”
I always knew when Hunter was hiding something from me, and it was written all over his eyes. As cool and apathetic as he was trying to play this, I could tell that he was holding something back…
And it made me angry.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I insisted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play this game with me, Hunter,” I warned him, the glass of whiskey long forgotten on the coffee table. “You’re sitting on something solid, something that can turn this thing around for me. I know you are. Why won’t you tell me?”
His eyes darkened. “Sarah, I’m only doing what I’ve always tried to do… protect you. Whatever you think I do or don’t know, it’s for your own good. I won’t let you get hurt out here.”
I jumped up from the couch, my hands in the air. “This is classic you, isn’t it?” I shouted. “I try to reach out to you, to be real with you, and you just wall me out. I told you last time that you’re a damned big block of ice…”