Hunter watched Stacey out of the corner of his eye.
Owly. Prickly. Moody as sin.
But he was still here. Still orbiting him. Begrudgingly. Barely. And that was enough to keep Hunter sane.
Or at least from burning the building down.
But that wasn't the only thing burning in his world.
His phone had buzzed four times in his pocket—he'd ignored it. Probably another update from Eastfield. Another meandering trail that led to nothing, they had encountered a few in the last week. He was already livid that there was a fool playing with poison they didn't understand, but someone using his name.
He took a deep breath.
None of that mattered—not right now.
Not when Stacey was still here. Breathing his air.
It had been a week since the luncheon with Lilian. A whole week of biting his tongue bloody.
A week of letting Stacey come to him just to drop things off and storm away, pretending he didn't want to stay.
But oh, he stayed.
