“A full-of-himself, conceited, stupid, colossal, dick,” I counter.
His beautiful lips that I remember way too easily on my body spread into a grin—one that makes his hazel eyes deepen in color. Damn, he looks good.
“A fucking idiot, full-of-himself conceited, stupid, colossal, dick.”
I frown. “I think idiot and stupid are kind of synonymous, Hunter.”
“I let the best thing that has ever happened to me walk out my door, Harper. I did that by thinking she was only with me because the tequila was flowing, and she was anxious to get a foot into my club. With that in mind, I don’t think it can be overstated just how much stupidity was flowing inside of me.”
I pooch out my lips, wiggling them back and forth in distaste before I release a breath. “This is true.”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for months that I’ve regretted it from the moment I first realized what a fucking idiot, full-of himself, conceited, stupid asshole, colossal dick I was, that I’m so damn sorry, honey. There aren’t words to express how truly sorry I am.”
“I think you added an asshole into your description.”
“I think it was needed.”
“This is true,” I say, repeating my earlier response.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Harper.”
I nod, not really sure of what to say. “It’s done. There’s not much we can do about it. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t even matter.”
“I’m not sure I agree with that,” he argues.
“Now that you’ve apologized, can I get your promise that you will not hide in my car again. That kind of shit freaks me out. I was about two steps away from grabbing my pistol from my purse to shoot first and ask questions later. It should also be noted that I’m a really good shot. I doubt you would have been around to answer said questions.”
“You carry a gun in your purse?” he asks, his eyebrow cocking up in surprise.
“No.” His frown amplifies somehow, making me sigh. “I usually carry my pistol in my jacket or keep one close by wherever I am. I don’t usually leave it in my purse. Today, I wassurrounded by family and didn’t see that I needed it close by. This decision was of course before I realizedyouwere going to be here.”
“Of course,” he says, the frown slowly dissipating. “You got a sweet ride, Harper.”
“I know. What I don’t understand is that you haven’t given me your word that you’ll stop hiding in my back seat,” I snap.
“I’m not sure I can make that promise,” he hedges.
“You do remember the part where I said you wouldn’t be here for questions if I went with my gut instinct?”
“You missed the part where I told you I realized I messed up massively and have regretted it daily to the point it was physically painful,” he responds.
“I’ve already let the club back in the schedule, Hunter. You can stop worrying.”
“I don’t even give a fuck about the club,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. Maybe I’m not a good judge on Hunter’s moods, since I thought he and I were on the same page that first night—andclearly,we weren’t. Still, he sounds like he’s telling the complete truth right now. The look in his eyes says much the same. I’m not sure I can trust it, but something is telling me I should.
Shit.
The blowing of a horn makes me look to the front. “Damn it,” I mutter seeing Apex watching me carefully. Hunter is actually mostly behind me, only looking over my shoulder to catch my gaze in the rearview mirror. So, I’m at least hopeful he’s not seen him. I give Apex a little wave and then proceed to back out of my parking spot.
“What’s the story with him?”
“He’s in your club, don’t you know?” I mutter.
“He was flirting heavily with you today. It was all I could do not to beat the hell out of him.”
“Why on earth would you do that?” I gasp, as I turn onto the main road.
“Because I didn’t want him near you and the number of times he kept fucking looking at your tits was only slightly smaller than the number of times I wanted to rip his head off his shoulders.”
