“I mean, unless you wanted it to be a date.”
She rolled her eyes and flounced off to her cottage. “I’ll see you there at eight.”
Brandon ambled to his house, the matter settled as far as he was concerned.
But it was far from settled for Hunter. He turned to Cash. “So … is this a date?”
Cash laughed as he snatched a lemon bar off the tray. “Maybe.” He headed for his truck.
“Maybe?” Hunter dogged his steps. “You gotta give me a little more help than that.”
“What does it matter?”
Hunter felt like throwing the lemon bars in his face. “I gotta know what hat to wear, bro.”
Cash laughed all the harder at that one. “My advice? Try not to look desperate.” He slammed his door and started his truck.
“That’s not helpful,” Hunter called after his brake lights.
Honey pushed up under his palm, sniffing at the treats he held in his other hand. Then a big paw came up and slapped down on Hunter’s wrist, making the dish bounce in his hold. A lemon bar went flying off. Hunter barely noticed as Honey ate it up in basically one lick. His mind was elsewhere.
Great. Now what was he supposed to do? He may or may not have a date with the woman of his dreams.
