right around the time that she decided that she would probably be more comfortable in the living room.
With that in mind, Kylie placed the small stack of files that she’d been working on, on top of her laptop and-
“They only accepted this deal because I promised to find someone that you couldn’t scare off,” Ryan pointed out before adding, “Now stop acting like a whiny little bitch and let him help you!”
“I don’t need his help,” Hunter said evenly, as he got to his feet and-
“Hunter,” Kylie said, unable to hide the plea in her voice, terrified what would happen to him if he didn’t do this.
His gaze swung to hers and immediately softened. After a slight hesitation, he nodded with a muttered, “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” taking Ryan by surprise.
“Really?” Ryan asked, standing there, blinking in confusion as he watched Hunter drop back down on the couch.
“Sounds good,” Grey said, throwing the picture of her one last glance before he sat down in the chair across from Hunter.
“Well, okay then,” Ryan said, nodding absently, as he threw Hunter one last questioning look before leaving.
Relieved that Hunter was taking this seriously, she picked up the stack of files that desperately needed her attention and-
Bit back a heavy sigh as she sat down when she caught the glare that Hunter was sending her. Resigning herself to spending the next hour doing busy work, she set the folders that she needed to go through on the desk, opened her laptop and started going through this morning’s emails. There had to be a better way to automatically filter his emails, she thought even as she couldn’t help but wonder if what was described in the sexually explicit email that she was reading was even possible.
Ten sexually explicit emails later and she found herself glancing up from the computer to find two sets of eyes focused on her. Swallowing nervously, she shifted in her seat, cleared her throat, and tried to focus on the next email only to risk another glance up and-
“Did Hunter ever tell you about the nickname that he earned during basic training?” Grey casually asked, looking amused.
“Nickname?” Kylie asked, blinking as she shifted her attention to Hunter to find him quickly getting to his feet and heading her way as he released an impressive string of curses.
“I believe it had something to do with the latrine,” Grey murmured thoughtfully as Kylie suddenly found herself plucked out of her chair and thrown over Hunter’s shoulder.
“Wait. What’s this about a latrine?” she asked, as Hunter quickened his pace and carried her into the hallway.
“He never told you?” Grey asked, sounding amused as she suddenly found herself standing alone in the hallway, staring at the closed office door.
“No! What was his nickname?” she asked, sounding hopeful when the office door suddenly opened and-
Hunter was standing there, glaring as he leaned down and quickly kissed her as he handed her the laptop before she once again found herself staring at the office door. Not really caring that she was pouting, she reluctantly turned around with her shoulders slumped in defeat as she hugged the laptop against her chest as she headed to the kitchen with a sadly mumbled, “Damn it.”
*-*-*-*
“She’s cute,” Grey said, as Hunter turned around and found the large bastard that had made his life a living hell sitting in his office, looking bored out of his fucking mind.
“Don’t fucking go there,” Hunter warned, somehow resisting the urge to beat the shit out of the large bastard and forced himself to sit back down.
“Fair enough,” Grey murmured absently.
“I don’t need therapy,” Hunter said, getting to the point as he faced the man that he never thought that he would see again.
“Agreed,” Grey said, taking him by surprise before adding with a sad shake of his head, “I’m afraid there’s no cure for being an asshole.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Hunter asked because last he’d heard, the bastard across from him had a thriving private practice in Boston.
“Needed a change of scenery,” Grey said, throwing a curious glance at the folded blanket the little workaholic kept on the couch for those nights when she was down here working until two in the morning.
“How did Ryan convince you to come here?” Hunter asked, as he pulled out his phone and sent a message to his corporate office in Boston to find out why the asshole was really down here.
“Kylie.”
“What about her?”
“I’m curious about something,” Grey said, as he pulled out the