Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(87)

“Why, good morning, Hunter darling,” Macy greeted her neighbor. “A fine day is it? Would you like a muffin?” She came over to lean on the fence that separated their territory and offered him some of her baked goods. If that fence didn’t exist, Hunter was sure she’d be on his front doorstep by now.

“No thanks, Macy.” He smiled. “Have to hurry. Got to meet Anton over at the hotel.”

“Oh, sweet and sensible Anton. He is such a hard worker, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is.” Hunter was glad everyone looked up to Anton.

“And you? The captivating Casanova? Have you caught any new female species yet with those lasso looks of yours?”

My business, Hunter wanted to tell her. But he couldn’t, so instead, he just smiled and said, “None.” Then he dashed off before she could question him more about his life or offer him her homemade muffins again. If Macy were to continue to eat any more muffins, Hunter was sure she’d needed to change her last name from Beanstalk to Muffins.

Safe now that he was in his car, Hunter drove for a bit when he suddenly slammed on the brake and stopped, not because he ran through a red light or anything. It was just… it was… God help him, was he fantasizing again? Did he dream about her so many times that she just ended up appearing in front of his face now? God… it-it’s that avocado. And what the hell was she doing caressing her lips like that on the sidewalk like she was in some sort of trance? Oh shit! The image of that kiss with Clarice came back into his mind again and his heart began sprinting wildly.

“My goddess, where are you? Stop my thinking about this avocado. I need to see you again.” Hunter slumped his head on the steering wheel as if begging his goddess to appear before him. After some time of calming his heart rate, he glanced back up and—

“Shit! She’s still there. The avocado,” he growled. There was no use getting away from her.

Hunter looked heavenward, asking why must he see her now when he was still in his confused state.

Disgusted at his own reaction to this woman who he had clearly vowed he would never fall for, Hunter slammed his foot on the accelerator and, without looking at her still in her delirious state, tenderly touching those lips, he zoomed past her.

A few more minutes of driving had him stopping again. He parked in front of a park and sat looking at the children playing with their parents, their voices echoing with laugher, seeing but not seeing, hearing but not hearing because he was lost in his own world. For once in his life, he hadn’t a damn clue as what to do next.

Shit, what was wrong with him? He cursed himself. And what the hell was wrong with her? What the hell was she doing in his neighborhood anyway? He asked himself these questions again and again, but he could find no answers. There was only one way to find out. And without even realizing what he was doing, he ignited the engine again, pulled his gear into reverse, and did a U-turn.





CHAPTER 21





Worrying isn’t going to do you any good, Clarice told herself. And neither was chewing her lips, because at the end of the day, they would just be swollen and ugly. But she just couldn’t help herself. What if she didn’t conceive? It was only one time.

Should she ask to sleep with him again? She knew all the symptoms of pregnancy and she hadn’t experienced any yet. Then again, it hadn’t been over two weeks yet. She was scheduled to meet up with Anton today to discuss the presentation she was going to give to his elderly guests. She wondered if he would talk to her about that night, or even if he could remember at all.